The Final Hour (Volkov Bratva #3)(19)

He didn’t bother with a condom, considering they had talked about it—and he had gotten the paperwork in case she was worried.

She was trying to breathe normally, waiting, aching for him to get on with it, but he merely shushed her soft moans, pulling her nearly off the table until they were flush against each other

His tongue traced her bottom lip as he eased inside of her. He wasn’t even fully inside her, but her legs were shaking, her mind blissfully blank as she focused solely on him.

Her back was to his front, his body solid behind her. In this position, she felt vulnerable, like he was all that was supporting her.

The worst part, he wasn’t moving.

After finally seating himself inside of her, he held steady inside of her, but despite how good it felt, she refused to do what he wanted from her.

Beg.

“We’ll be here all night,” he whispered next to her ear and she could hear the smile in his voice.

She ground her teeth, trying to move herself on him, but he reached down with one hand, clasping her hip to still her movements.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

She ducked her head, breathing deeply through her nose as he ground his hips against her, giving her a taste of what he would be doing if she complied. She wanted to wait him out, just to see if he would actually stay like this, but her need for him was too great.

“Please Mish—”

It was simple, barely over a whisper, but it was enough to spur him into motion. He eased out of her, until just the tip of his length was still inside her, then shoved back into her, his path made easy by how wet she had grown around him.

Mishca wasn’t gentle with her, it was rare that he was anymore, not since that night at her apartment some months ago after their fight about Naomi. She had been right about one thing, Mishca had been holding back from her, in most things besides this, but once Lauren had asked for it—practically demanded it—he didn’t anymore.

She got what she asked for.

He brought her hand up with his, squeezing one of her breasts possessively as he grated in her ear, “Say it.”

Exhaling, she wanted to follow his command, knowing what he was demanding her to say, but the way he felt around her, inside of her, she couldn’t form a coherent thought, not until his thrusts slowed down, but if anything, that made her more conscious of him.

“Say it,” he demanded again, the hand in her hair pulling just a bit tighter.

“I’m yours.”

It was enough. It was what he needed.

He released the hold he had on her, forcing her front back against the table, his hands moving to her hips as he jerked them back to meet his thrusts.

Lauren couldn’t think of a single word to describe how she felt in this moment, from the grip he had on her, from the restless words falling from his lips, even the way she was practically shaking under his onslaught.

But when his hand snaked around, his fingers delving between her folds, she felt it as she crashed over the edge, him quickly following her.





Alex was at the table the next morning, eating a bowl of cereal when Lauren exited the bedroom. It wasn’t so much that she was eating there…but the place she was sitting.

Of all places, she had to sit at that end of the table?

Noticing Lauren, Alex raised her spoon in greeting. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked noticing the deer-in-headlights expression on her face.

Lauren coughed, clearing her throat, shaking her head as she felt the flush creep up her neck. Mishca was right behind her, buttoning his shirt.

“Alex, you’re—” He paused when he saw the way everyone was looking, but unlike Lauren, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? I know you’re engaged—hurrah hurrah—but you’re like freaking me out.”

“You, uh, might want to move,” Lauren stammered out, blindly reaching out behind her to punch Mishca when she heard his soft laughter.

“Why would I…” She looked down at the table first, then at the two of them. “Seriously? We eat here! God, Mish keep it in your pants. If I can restrict my guests to my room, you can do the same.”

“It is my house.”

“And when has that ever mattered to me?”

But Mishca had just realized what she said to him. “Who the hell have you brought here?”

Grabbing her bowl off the table, and snatching the box of cereal, Alex smiled sweetly, heading towards her room. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Dammit Alex.”

Ignoring him, Alex asked, “Are we still on?”

“As soon as the resident babysitter arrives,” Lauren replied, reaching for Mishca’s hand when he moved to follow Alex. “She’s only messing with you, Mish.”

“Knowing her, she probably meant it. What do the two of you have planned for the day?”

“Apparently my mom suggested we go browsing around the city for wedding stuff.” She reached for his tie, pulling the knot into place and straightening it, smoothing it down. “Alex is going to pick her up.”

He reached behind him, pulling out his wallet, handing over a black American Express card. “For whatever you want.”

“I guess there’s no use in me turning this down?” She asked as she took it. Judging from his expression, she’d guessed right.