Until the End (Volkov Bratva #2)(34)

Pressing feather light kisses along her neck, he finally took her mouth, the gentleness slowly bleeding away to something much different, not that he was only thinking of himself. Without breaking their kiss, he reached between them, using his thumb to rub her intimately, loosening the constrictive hold she had on him with her thighs.

Mishca didn’t stop, not even as he pulled his hips back, slowly sinking back inside her again. He didn’t stop even as she gasped against his mouth, his lips curling in satisfaction at her reaction.

At first she hadn’t understood how anyone could enjoy sex, but now as he expertly moved inside her, she understood perfectly.

“Please…”

Her plea was enough for him to understand what she needed and he willingly gave it to her, cursing in Russian as she went tight around him. He could feel it, that tingling sensation creeping through his body as he tried to last, but when she said his name, softly, almost like a prayer, he was done.

Mishca shuddered as he came, still managing to hold his weight on his arms. He looked down at her with so much love and adoration shining in his eyes that she couldn’t help smiling back, though she was embarrassed that her legs were still trembling.

“Give me a minute, love.” He kissed her forehead, pulling out of her gingerly as he headed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

The water ran for a little bit before Mishca returned, holding a damp washcloth in hand. Lauren’s eyes widened as she shook her head adamantly.

“I can handle it.”

“Don’t be shy now,” he said dropping onto the bed, drawing the sheet back to expose her lower half.

“No, seriously I—”

He cut her off with a kiss, silencing any further argument she thought to give. She was too preoccupied with the way his lips moved over hers to pay attention to what he was doing between her legs. When he was done—taking one last trip to the bathroom—he came back, pulling her to his chest as he turned the lights off.

He kept his hand on her lower stomach, fanning his fingers out to cover more of her. His touch was hot, branding, and she loved every minute of it.

“Was it what you hoped?” He asked softly.

She yawned, surprised by how tired she was. “Better.”





Late into the night, long after Lauren had fallen asleep, Mishca was standing on the balcony, almost oblivious to the cooling temperature, thanks, in part, to the tumbler of whiskey he was drinking. For once, his mind was at ease, his thoughts not constantly focused on the work he had to do for the Bratva.

He relished the time he spent uninterrupted with Lauren. She made him feel whole, like he was more than his position in the organization…like he was more than his name. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt since his mother.

Looking up at the starlit sky, he narrowed his eyes on the flimsy line of light he saw across the sky, just barely there, but enough that he recognized what it was. With a smile, he walked back into the room, over to the bed where Lauren was still sleeping peacefully.

The sheet was wrapped around her, shielding her nudity, but doing nothing to hide the outline of her body beneath it. She looked so peaceful as she slept, but he knew she would love what he was about to show her, even if it meant she had to wake up for it.

“Lauren?”

He gently touched the curve of her hip as he called her name, unable to resist the temptation of curling his hand around her side, watching in satisfaction as she sighed, arching into his touch.

Yet, she still didn’t move.

Chuckling softly, he slipped an arm beneath her knees and another around her shoulders, easily lifting her into his arms. She gasped, immediately clinging onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Mish, what are you doing?” She whispered sleepily, burrowing her face in the curve of his neck.

“I want to show you something.”

Pushing open the French doors, he stepped out onto the balcony, laughing as Lauren cursed him, gripping him harder as though she could escape the cold.

“You have to turn around to see it,” he explained as he set her down, holding most of her weight up though her bare feet rested on his so they wouldn’t be on the cold concrete.

Keeping an arm wrapped around her waist, he used the other to point up and well past the water where a strip of green light was hovering in the atmosphere and if one were to look close enough, there would be distinct shades of blue in there as well.

She followed his direction, looking out. He could tell the moment she saw what he pointed to, her gasp of shock making him smile.

“I always sleep through it,” she said smiling up at him. “Is there anything you forget?”

Not when it came to her. If it took him the rest of his life to do it, he would give her everything she had ever asked of him, not because of the guilt, but because she deserved it and he wanted her to be happy with him.

She turned in his arms, her eyes warm and awake. “Thank you, Mish.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Diya vas v mire—For you, the world.”





“Do you have everything?” Mishca asked as he shouldered their bags the next morning.

Lauren gave the room one more look over, checking in the bathroom and next to the bed for their phone chargers. Mishca headed down before her, going to give their ticket to the valet.