The Final Hour (Volkov Bratva #3)(58)

When she heard footsteps echoing on the tiles, she peeked open an eye to make sure it was Mishca. Luka meant well, but he had a habit of just barging into rooms without knocking.

“Is Klaus gone?”

He grabbed a foot stool, dragging it over to sit near her. It took him a while, trying to disperse the bubbles that shielded her nudity with his will alone, before he finally met her gaze. Mishca looked better, like all the stress he had been under was finally lifted from his shoulders, but they both knew that their troubles weren’t over, not with Jetmir still out there.

But at least for the night, they could let their guards down.

“He’ll be sticking around for a while.”

“Oh?” Lauren sat up a little straighter, nearly laughing when Mishca’s gaze dropped to her chest that was still moderately covered. “How did you convince him to do that?”

With a shrug, he reached for her, running the pad of his finger along her collarbone where stubborn bubbles still clung. “Made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. How are you though?” He asked changing the subject.

“Tired. Fighting off mercenaries is much harder than it seems in the movies.”

He laughed. “Undoubtedly, but I’m glad it was handled.”

“How are you?”

She lifted her hand from the water, meaning to touch his chest, but pulled back at the last moment, not wanting to get his shirt wet—not that he seemed to care as he touched her wrist to press her hand against his sternum.

It was a habit that they’d been beginning to develop. Whenever she felt apprehensive, or worried about him, she would rest her palm in that same spot, feeling his heart beat beneath her touch. It especially helped on the days she remembered trying to staunch the flow of blood.

“I told you, I’m fine.” He kept one hand holding hers, the other going to her breasts, slowly drawing the suds away with a sweep of his hand. “You worry too much.”

“No, it’s weird that you don’t worry about all of this,” she replied. “Are you forgetting that I watched you get shot?”

“It was bound to happen.”

“Mish!”

He shrugged. “It’s the truth. Besides, we have more important things to worry about at the moment.”

She moved to her knees in the water though her lower half stayed submerged beneath the surface. Soap suds and water slowly drifted down the front of her body, revealing more of what he had been longing to see. His eyes drank her in, his tongue sweeping out to slide along his lower lip. The temperature in the already warm bathroom skyrocketed.

“Like what?”

He visibly swallowed as he reached out, tracing his fingers from one hip, along her lower stomach, to the other hip and back again.

“I promised him,” he said absently, his gaze rapt on what he was doing to her, and her reaction to him, “that if you had so much as a bruise, I would make him pay.”

Her laugh was cut short when his hand drifted lower, his blue gaze immediately lifting to her face. He always wanted to watch her respond to him, easily reading even the slightest expression on her face. She was lucky to have him as her first, and more than glad that he would be her last.

“And what do you think now?” She asked breathlessly, shivering as his fingers moved up her inner thigh.

“As beautiful as you were.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed yet,” Lauren said breathlessly, sighing from his touch.

He didn’t give a response besides dipping his hand beneath the surface of the water, then back up, brushing the back of his fingers along her throat, down to the center of her chest. She more than willingly spread her thighs for him, knowing that despite her protests, she wanted this just as badly as he did.

But just as quickly as she’d acquired it, her control slipped away, and now he possessed the power.

He was still sitting some distance away, but without him having to ask, she moved as close as she could, practically leaning over the edge of the tub, wrapping her fingers around the edge to keep her balance.

Lauren could barely think straight as his fingers pushed in and out of her, let alone kiss him back, but he didn’t seem to mind, murmuring words in Russian against her lips, his other hand keeping hold of her hair, holding her where he wanted.

He didn’t stop, not when she was crying his name, panting softly as she came down, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

She saw the fire in his eyes, the passion he only let her see. Unbidden, a smile broke out on her face as he easily swept her out of the tub and towards their bedroom.

“I don’t think your doctor would approve, Mish,” she said with a giggle though she wasn’t helping matters much as she tightened her legs around his waist, loving the way he groaned as he squeezed her thigh.

“Have I ever cared?” He asked making quick work of his clothes after dropping her on the bed.

Mishca stood in front of her, proud, his need for her evident in the tautness of every one of his muscles.

“No,” she replied reaching for him. “No, you haven’t.”





Now that the threat of the mercenary was no longer hanging over them, Mishca was back at his office, doing what he did best. He hadn’t even made a big fuss about Klaus being there alone with her.

The door was slightly cracked when Lauren approached it, open wide enough for her to see inside. Her fist was raised, and she had every intention of knocking, but when she caught sight of Klaus on the other side, she froze.