Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Matvey
I stood up, wiping the slick from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
She was still trembling, caught in the aftershocks, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and lingering pleasure.
As I leaned in closer, she finally snapped out of it and began to struggle, pushing hard against my chest. But I didn't budge an inch.
I stripped away the last scraps of clothing on her body until she was completely naked.
I started at her neck, kissing a slow path down her skin, savoring the way her pulse jumped under my lips. My hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened. I took one into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue while my other hand kneaded the soft flesh.
She arched despite herself, a soft whimper escaping her throat. I could feel her growing wetter, her body responding even as she fought me.
"You hate me," I murmured against her skin, "but your body wants this.
Wants me." I moved lower, kissing along her ribs, her stomach, then back up to lavish attention on her breasts again, pinching and rolling her nipples until she gasped.
Her thighs pressed together, but I could see the fresh slick glistening there, her arousal building despite her protests.
I freed my cock, hard and aching, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my back instinctively as I pressed her against the wall. I entered her in one smooth thrust, burying myself deep.
She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders and raking down my back. The sharp sting only made me groan with pleasure. Her inner walls clenched around me, tighter than before, pulling me in as if her body refused to let go even while she struggled.
I held her close, thrusting steadily, each movement letting me sink fully inside her.
She kept fighting, pushing at my chest and twisting her hips, but her pussy gripped me harder with every shift.
I could feel how soaked she was, how her body welcomed me even as her mind rebelled.
The wet sounds of our joining filled the small space, obscene and intimate.
I began to move, and her legs wrapped around me even tighter. Walking while buried inside her let my cock drag in and out with every step, hitting deep and pulling back slowly.
She gasped and clawed at me, but her breaths grew ragged, her moans breaking through. I could tell she was really feeling it now, the pleasure overriding her resistance. Her hips started to rock against mine in tiny, involuntary movements.
"That's it," I whispered, nipping at her ear. "Let yourself feel how good this is."
I carried her to the bathroom door and pressed her back against it, driving into her with deeper, more deliberate strokes.
I bent my head to lick and suck at her breasts again, teasing her nipples until they were swollen and sensitive.
Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling hard, but whether to push me away or hold me closer, even she seemed unsure.
Voices drifted in from outside the door, two women chatting.
"Work has been piling up lately. I don't know how we're supposed to get out on time."
"Yeah, it's ridiculous."
She tensed immediately, her eyes flying open in panic. "There are people out there," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "My colleagues. Stop, Matvey. Please stop."
"They'll see the door is closed and leave us alone," I murmured, slowing my thrusts but not stopping. I kept the rhythm lazy and deep, grinding against her with every push.
One of the women tried the handle. The door rattled slightly. She must have heard something because she yelped and pulled back. "Oh my god, someone is in there... fucking. So late and they're still going at it in the company bathroom."
The other woman laughed nervously. "But that woman sounds so pitiful. Getting fucked good, though. Listen to her."
"I swear her voice sounds familiar. Isn't she from our department..."
Their voices faded as they walked away, still gossiping.
Only then did she dare make a sound, a choked moan slipping out. "Stop it," she threatened, though her body betrayed her with another clench around me. "Get off me right now."
"I'd rather you clamp down and break me than stop," I growled, kissing her neck. "But I'll switch positions. Let me make you feel even better."
I turned her around, pressing her front against the door.
She braced her hands on it as I took her from behind, sliding back in with one firm thrust. My hands worked her ass cheeks skillfully, kneading and spreading them as I pumped into her.
I leaned forward, kissing along her spine and the back of her shoulders, my tongue tracing her skin while my cock filled her completely.
The new angle let me hit even deeper. She tried to stay quiet, but her moans grew louder, her body pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I kept the pace steady and relentless, one hand slipping around to rub her clit in tight circles.
Her walls fluttered and tightened, and soon she was coming hard, her whole body shaking as she cried out.
The sensation pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and came, spilling inside her with a low groan.
When the waves finally eased, I pulled out gently and gathered her into my arms. She was limp, exhausted.
I carried her over to the sink, setting her down carefully on the counter.
I shrugged off my jacket and laid it beneath her to cushion her against the cool surface, then held her close, stroking her hair.
I had never seen her cry like this.
Riley sat naked on the bathroom counter, her body still trembling. The sight tore at my chest. I wanted to pull her into my arms. But she shoved me away with surprising strength.
"Don't touch me." Her voice was raw.
She slid down from the counter and nearly fell. I reached out to steady her, but she slapped my hand aside. Without a word, she started gathering her clothes from the floor.
"I called Anton to bring fresh clothes. Those are ruined." I stepped closer.
"Stay back." She shook as she pulled her dress on, retreating.
"Listen to me—"
"There's nothing to say." She cut me off. "Today is the last day of our deal. I'm free."
Her eyes were swollen, but the look in them was colder than I had ever seen. My heart felt crushed.
"You can't leave."
"I can." Disappointment and disgust filled her gaze. "The deal is over, Matvey. There's nothing between us anymore."
She wiped away her tears, straightened her slender back, and headed for the door. I blocked her path.
"Move."
"No."
"Matvey, move." She tried to dodge around me. I grabbed her arm.
I could feel her pulse racing under my palm.
She stared at me like a cornered animal. Then she lowered her head and bit down hard on my arm. Her teeth sank into the muscle. The pain was nothing compared to the knife wounds and bullet holes I was used to. But it stole my breath for a different reason. She truly hated me now.
Her nails raked across my face. I stood motionless, taking her resistance.
"Let me go! Let me go!" She struggled harder, her leg kicking out and slamming into the wall.
The impact made my nerves tighten. It had to hurt. A dark bruise was already forming on her pale skin. She kept moving as if she couldn't feel it. I loosened my grip gradually. I was afraid of hurting her further, afraid the disgust in her eyes would deepen.
She paused, seeming shocked that I had actually let go. Then she spun around, pushed the door open, and ran out.
I stood there, listening to her footsteps fade into silence. She was gone. She had really left. My fist slammed into the counter.
"Pakhan." Anton's voice came from outside, tight with tension.
I forced down the rage inside me and stepped out of the bathroom. Anton stood at the door, holding a shopping bag with women's clothes.
"Do you still need this? I just saw Miss Quinn run out."
"No." My voice was hoarse.
I needed to focus on work, or I would chase after her and drag her back.
"Is the transport route issue resolved?"
"Pretty much." He nodded. "The lines should be back to normal this week."
I gave a slight nod. Finally, that damn problem was solved. I no longer had to hold back.
I had endured too much, tolerating Veronica's games and even standing by while she humiliated Riley, all to stabilize things quickly.
And the person who tried to kill Riley today was not sent by me. I was certain it was Veronica's doing. That vicious woman had tried to have her killed just to drive her away from me.
I had planned to claim responsibility and push Riley away to protect her, then explain everything once the threats were gone. But seeing the hatred in her eyes today made me realize how stupid that mistake had been.
I did not need to play games with Veronica anymore. With the transport routes restored, I was no longer at anyone's mercy. But before I went after Riley, I had to deal with the immediate danger.
"Where is Victor?" Every word carried lethal intent.
We had foiled his revenge. He would not let it go quietly. Better to strike first.
"Still at the East Side stronghold," Anton answered grimly. "Our men are watching him."
"Gather enough people," I said. "We hit his base tonight."
Two hours later, the night felt heavier.
We appeared like ghosts in Victor's territory. I led over a dozen elite men, fully armed. The weight of the guns against my body made my blood run hot. Anton stayed at my side, his loaded pistol gripped tight.
I signaled for a tactical surround. My men understood immediately and silently encircled the stronghold from all sides.
I kicked the door open. The harsh metal screech set teeth on edge, but I caught the other sounds beneath it: hushed footsteps, quick breathing, and guns being cocked.
"Matvey!" Victor's voice came from the darkness. "I knew you'd come sniffing like a dog after blood."
I said nothing, advancing step by step. Anton covered me from behind.
"You think you've won?" Victor's voice dripped with manic arrogance. "You think recovering your routes means I'm finished?"
Lights came on overhead. Victor stepped forward, even thinner than last time, like a skeleton. Five or six burly men flanked him, heavy weapons trained on us.
"You're finished." In my eyes, he was already a corpse.
Victor laughed wildly. "Am I?"
He raised his arm, gun aimed at my forehead. But I was faster. Instincts honed through trials let me dodge and draw my own weapon, firing first.
The shot hit his right shoulder.
He screamed, the gun dropping from his hand.
The standoff shattered. A full firefight erupted. My men were well-trained and coordinated. Within the first few minutes, our superior firepower overwhelmed Victor's crew.
I ignored the bullets whistling past and strode toward Victor on the ground. I planted my boot on his bleeding shoulder. He shuddered in agony, unable to scream. I pressed my gun to his sweaty forehead.
"You can't kill me. My family won't let you get away with it!"
My finger rested on the trigger.
"Wait—" He sensed real death approaching. "We can talk, Bykov. I can compensate for your route losses."
Could he? I laughed coldly inside.
"Go to hell."
Two shots came from behind me. Anton shouted, "Pakhan, watch out!"
A few of Victor's hidden men launched a surprise attack, bullets raining around us. Several of my men were hit.
That cunning rat Victor!
"Take cover!" I dove behind something and returned fire.
In that brief gap, Victor smashed open a nearby vent grate.
By the time we neutralized the attackers and turned back, his skinny figure had slipped into the narrow, dark underground passage like an eel and vanished.
"Damn it!" I cursed, emptying my magazine into the vent. Only metallic echoes answered.
"We should go after him," a few men said, ready to follow.
I raised a hand to stop them.
"No pursuit. Unknown layout inside—too easy to get ambushed." I ejected the empty magazine and loaded a fresh one, my face cold.
He had escaped today, but his base and forces were crippled. He would not be a major threat anymore.
Anton turned to organize the cleanup.
I walked outside. The cool night breeze washed over my face, carrying away some of the heat. Now I could finally go explain everything to Riley.
I needed to tell her that Veronica and I were only business partners. I had never wanted her dead. I needed to tell her I would protect her from any more harm. And I needed to tell her I loved her.
But... would she listen? Would she believe me?