Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Matvey
Her body was perfect. She was made for me.
I drove into her harder, each thrust deep and powerful, claiming every soft inch of her. Riley cried out, her moans turning into raw, intoxicating sounds that filled the room and made my blood burn hotter.
"Matvey... oh god, yes!" Her voice cracked on the last word, a desperate plea that only fueled the fire raging inside me.
The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us.
I gripped her full hip with one hand, my fingers sinking into the lush, yielding flesh there, while the other hand roamed upward to her heavy breasts.
They were magnificent—full, pendulous orbs that overflowed my palm no matter how I tried to cup them.
I squeezed one firmly, feeling the warm, soft weight spill between my fingers, the skin so silky and responsive.
"Fuck, look at these tits," I groaned, my voice rough with raw, unrestrained lust. "They're so big and soft I can barely wrap my hand around them. Your body is incredible, Riley, so plush and curvy. Every part of you feels like it was made to take my cock."
Her cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, the color spreading down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. For a moment, she tried to cover herself with her hands, suddenly shy despite how thoroughly I'd already claimed her. It was adorable and maddening all at once.
I caught both her wrists in one of my large hands and pinned them firmly above her head against the mattress, stretching her out beneath me like an offering. "Don't hide from me, baby. I want to see every beautiful curve. Don't you dare deprive me of this view."
I lowered my head, capturing one pebbled nipple between my lips.
I sucked hard, drawing it deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak while my teeth grazed just enough to make her gasp.
Switching to the other, I licked and bit gently, then not so gently, lavishing attention on her until her back arched off the bed and she writhed under me like a live wire.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing off the walls. "Matvey, please... it feels too good! I can't—ah!"
Her thick thighs clenched around my waist, pulling me deeper, her soft belly pressing against my abs with every powerful thrust. She was so fucking tight and hot around me, her plush, voluptuous body cushioning each slam perfectly.
The contrast was intoxicating—no sharp bones, no fragile thinness.
Just warm, giving curves that molded to me, absorbed every impact, and begged for more.
Her full hips rolled up to meet me, the soft flesh of her ass jiggling slightly with each collision.
I could feel her wetness coating my cock, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath us.
She dug her nails into my back, scratching down hard enough to leave marks.
The sharp sting only made me harder, a growl tearing from my throat against her skin.
"That's it, Riley. Mark me up. Your tight pussy is squeezing me so perfectly—hot, wet, and so goddamn snug.
No one else has ever felt this good. You're ruining me for anyone else, you know that? "
I could feel myself getting closer, my body tightening, muscles straining with the effort to hold back. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slide of our bodies smoother, more obscene. The room smelled of sex—musky, sweet, and heady. Her scent mixed with mine, intoxicating.
Slowing just enough to catch my breath, I smoothly rolled us over, and even as she straddled my hips, her expression remained dazed and hazy.
The sensation of her plush curves pressing down nearly made me come on the spot.
Her thick thighs spread wide around me, her soft belly resting against my abs, and those heavy breasts swaying just above my chest.
"Fuck, Riley," I groaned deeply, my hands gripping her thick thighs, fingers digging into the generous flesh.
"Your softness, these curves, the way your weight feels on me...
" Previous women were like paper—thin, light, and completely forgettable.
But Riley... she was real. Heavy, lush, and so fucking perfect.
I almost lost it the second she sank down onto my cock.
She pressed her hands against my abs to steady herself, her fingers trembling.
I started thrusting up into her, setting a deep, demanding rhythm.
Her full breasts bounced beautifully with every movement, hypnotic and mesmerizing.
I reached up, gripping her waist with both hands, pulling her down harder so our bodies were flush together, her clit grinding against me with each stroke.
"Ride me, baby. Let me feel all of you. Use me. "
"So good... Matvey, it's so good," she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her.
She began to move on her own, rolling her hips in slow, experimental circles that quickly grew bolder.
Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and I watched, jaw clenched tight, as she lost herself in the sensation.
Her moans turned into whimpers, her body trembling.
She looked like she might pass out from how intense it was, her eyes glassy with ecstasy.
I sat up slightly, one arm wrapping around her back to hold her close while the other tangled in her hair.
I watched her face, drinking in every expression—the parted lips, the furrowed brow, the way her eyes fluttered shut when I hit that perfect spot inside her.
"Tell me you love me, Riley. Say it while I'm buried so deep inside you. "
She hesitated, lost in the rhythm, her movements faltering for a second.
I pinched her nipples firmly between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her cry out sharply, and thrust up harder, faster, driving into her with renewed force.
The wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the air.
"Say it," I demanded, voice rough with need, my own release barreling toward me.
"I love you," she finally moaned, the words spilling out as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "I love you, Matvey. God, I love you so much!"
The second the words left her mouth, something primal snapped inside me. My hips snapped up wildly, uncontrollably, as I came hard, pulsing deep inside her in thick, powerful spurts. The intensity shocked me—I had never come this uncontrollably before. A raw pleasure flooded me and left me shaking.
Riley's own orgasm hit her moments later, her walls clenching around me rhythmically, milking every last drop from me. She cried out my name like a prayer, her body convulsing in my arms.
She collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard, her soft, curvy body draped over me like she belonged there.
I stayed buried inside her for a long time, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist, stroking up and down her back in soothing patterns.
Neither of us wanted to separate. Her heart hammered against mine, our skin sticky with sweat, but it felt perfect.
I pressed kisses to her forehead, her temple, whispering praises against her hair.
"You're everything, Riley. So beautiful. So mine."
Eventually, she rolled off and lay beside me on the bed, though our legs remained tangled.
We stayed there, wrapped in the sheets, hearts still racing, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
My hand traced lazy circles over the curve of her hip, down to the softness of her thigh, marveling at how perfectly she fit against me.
In the quiet aftermath, I pulled her closer, tucking her head under my chin.
The vibration of my phone shattered the moment. It was a message from Anton reminding me of an important meeting coming up soon. I put the phone away and got up.
Time with Riley always felt too short. I had to leave now—even though I craved her like water, air, and food.
"Riley, I'll arrange a new place for you." I straightened my shirt. "Don't stay in this dump anymore."
"You're leaving?" She curled up under the covers, only half her face showing.
Damn, that reluctant look in her eyes melted me. Her eyes were still wet, her cheeks flushed—all because of me.
"Yeah, I have some work to handle. I'll send people over to move your things later."
Her eyes filled with doubt at my first words.
"You're rushing off to see Veronica, aren't you?" She pulled the covers over her head completely, hiding her beautiful face from me. "I'm not moving. I don't want your charity."
"It's not charity..." And it had nothing to do with Veronica.
"What else is it then?" She cut me off. "Our deal didn't include this."
Her muffled voice left me unsure how to respond. I had always known she wasn't some meek little thing.
"It's an order." That was all I could say.
"No, I said no!" Her voice cracked with tears. "You always do whatever you want. Have you ever thought about how I feel?"
"You show up out of nowhere, then disappear just as suddenly. You make me say I love you, but what about you? Do you love me? You give me hope and then crush it. What exactly do you want?"
Her breathing came fast and uneven. I stepped forward and yanked the covers away. Those tear-filled, red-rimmed eyes stared straight at me. The sight nearly broke my heart.
Truth was, I wanted to tell her everything and stay by her side, protect her, and tell Veronica and the bratva to go to hell. But reality wouldn't allow it.
She was so young and innocent. She shouldn't be dragged into the underworld's conflicts or become a pawn in these dirty deals. Ignorance was the safest protection.
"As long as our arrangement isn't over, you have to listen to me." I held back from wiping her tears. "Just do what I say."
She sank deeper into the mattress, curling up even tighter.
I didn't dare look too closely at her pitiful expression and turned to leave.
I knew I shouldn't keep secrets from her, but to keep her safe, I had no other choice.
The next morning, I woke up exhausted and irritable.