The Final Hour (Volkov Bratva #3)(18)

“Isn’t Alex coming back here?” Lauren asked on the ride up to his apartment, toeing her heels off.

“Said she wanted to spend time with a friend.”

Smiling, Lauren faced him. “Or maybe you told her to give you the night?”

He shrugged. “Not in so many words.”

Knowing they would be alone, there was a significant charge in the air, one that made Lauren’s breath catch when Mishca looked at her. She didn’t feel like herself when he looked at her, she felt like more.

She walked ahead of him out of the elevator, opening the door. Glancing over her shoulder to smile at him. Curiosity lit up his gaze as he followed her in, pausing to shut and lock the door.

Lauren waited for him to round the corner, then reached behind her back, feeling for the clasp and zipper, drawing it down with ease. His eyes drifted over her as the dress pooled at her feet.

With the look on his face, she was glad she took that trip to the boutique with Amber. She crooked her finger, wanting him to follow her to the table. Sitting on the edge of it, she motioned for him to sit in the chair.

Once he was seated, she leaned forward, tugging at the knot of his bow-tie, watching him smile slowly. “I thought of you when I bought this,” she told him as she dropped the material on the floor, going for the buttons of his shirt next.

“I’m not disappointed.”

When he attempted to lean forward, probably to draw her closer to him, she placed her foot against his chest pushing just enough to get him to comply to what she wanted.

“Not yet,” she said, but there was a challenge to her tone and he picked up on it immediately.

Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he turned her foot just slightly, pressing a kiss to her instep. “You don’t want to play this game, Lauren,” he said as he kept hold of her.

“And if I do?”

With ridiculous ease—not that she put up much of a fight—he stood, moving between her legs, resting his hands on the table on either side of her hips. She could feel him, hard and ready against her.

His hand was in her hair next, the strands wrapped around his fist as he tugged, forcing her to look up at him. “Before this is over, I’m going to make you beg.”

Blowing out a breath, trying to seem unaffected though her entire body clenched with need, she said, “Promises, promises.”

His smile was brilliant, his eyes bright with excitement. He released her, just long enough to strip out of his clothes. When he reached for her again, he kept his hands moving, never resting in one place as he kissed a heated path along her throat to her lips, biting gently on her bottom lip. He broke free from the kiss only when she was swaying slightly, silently begging for more.

But that wasn’t good enough for him.

“Show me,” he ordered.

Lauren’s heart was racing a mile a minute, her thoughts scattered as she dutifully, albeit shyly, spread her legs for him. He was different, like he had been when he’d stormed over to her apartment after her talk with Naomi.

He took his time dropping his gaze, his hand inching up her thigh. She couldn’t help but watch his slow ascent, the anticipation at feeling him where she needed him most making her desperate to get closer.

“These have to go,” he said softly, using both hands to rip off the panties that were no use for his strength.

It might have taken seconds for her to slip out of them, but clearly those seconds were too long for him. Mishca didn’t waste any more time, touching her intimately, his fingers slipping between her folds as he rubbed up and down, coaxing moans out of her.

He nudged her legs farther apart, finally pressing a single finger inside of her, then another. All the while, he watched her face, his other hand back in her hair. “I would give anything for you to look at me like this every night,” he said on a soft whisper, slowly sliding his fingers in and out.

The look she saw in his eyes…she couldn’t look away if she tried. “What look?” She asked.

“Like you need this, like only I could give it to you. You have no idea what that does to me.”

He was making it hard for her to speak, the words he was saying, the way he was trying to force an orgasm out of her.

“I do need you, Mish. Always.” And she meant that, but for more than just this.

“You have me.”

He captured her lips again, taking her breath away as he sped up, drawing her closer to the edge, faster than she could have imagined.

Her legs were quivering as he finally relented, but she could still feel the urgency in him as he hoisted her up, spinning her around until she was facing the table. She could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and made it a point to press back against him, smiling in satisfaction at his growl of approval.

With a gentle, but firm hand, he pressed her forward until her stomach was flush against the table, her butt perpendicular to his body. The heat of his palm seared her as he swept up her back, cupping the nape of her neck.

The sound of his zipper sounded impossibly loud to her oversensitive ears. Those few precious seconds where she didn’t feel him at all against her made Lauren squirm, twisting her head around so she could watch him. He was shedding the rest of his clothes.

After torturous seconds, she sighed at the feel of him back behind her. Mishca was poised at her entrance, one thrust away from sheathing himself inside of her, but he held fast, just the head breaching her. It didn’t matter how she tried to move, he wasn’t going anywhere until he was ready.