Until the End (Volkov Bratva #2)(41)

Slapping her hand away, Lauren faced off with the sole individual in all of the city that could get beneath her skin without even trying. Logically, she knew Naomi did it on purpose just to get a rise out of her, but she couldn’t help it.

“You can pretend you’re so much better than me, but remember this, the next time you climb into that bed of his, remember he had me bent over it as he tattooed those stars on my back. I don’t think I have to explain what happened after, you get the picture.”

Lauren was not na?ve enough to think that Mishca had been a virgin when they met, had assumed scores of women had spent time with him, and she was okay with that, but now that she had the rather unpleasant thought of him and Naomi together, she didn’t think she would ever be able to sleep there again.

“Lauren, what are you—Shit.”

Naomi laughed cruelly when Lauren looked disgusted at the sight of Mishca. He was still calling her name when she ran down the stairs.



Heavy pounding on the door had everyone’s heads snapping up, looking at each other, but Lauren had a pretty good idea who was on the other side. He had promised that if she ever left, he would drag her back.

She almost smiled.

Matt was up and at the door, not giving her a chance to warn him who would be there. Only thing she could see was Mishca’s furious eyes as he walked into the apartment, the muscle in his jaw working.

“Amber, gentlemen.” The greeting was barely that, his attention solely focused on Lauren. “I need a minute of your time.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, walking past her to her bedroom. Amber gave a thumbs up, looking far too excited about this turn of events; Tristan waggled his eyebrows, and Matt actually made an 'O’ with one hand, using his index fingers as a crude representation of what he thought was about to come next.

“Dude,” Tristan said with a soft laugh. “You’re about to get the D.”

“Get out,” Lauren hissed at him, shoving him when she walked past him.

If she had wondered whether Mishca was angry or not, one look at his face told her he had grown angrier in the short span from the front door to her room. She pushed the door closed, trying to feign nonchalance as she faced over six feet of irritation.

He stalked towards her, uncaring of the small noise she made when he picked her up, setting her on her desk, papers crinkling beneath her. Her hands curled around the edge of it, but he didn’t stop there, keeping an arm around her waist as he tugged her forward, bringing them flush against each other.

Her heart kicked up a notch.

“I neither know nor care what she said to you because she doesn’t matter, but you have to stop running from me. Talk to me, I would have handled it.”

“I’m sorry, Mishca.” He actually had the nerve to glare at her for using his full name. “I can’t possibly remember why I didn’t feel like talking to you when...oh, right...your ex f*ck-buddy tells me the details of how you did her in the bed I sleep in most nights.” She gestured at his chest. “And the matching stars? Cute.”

He shoved a hand through his hair, trying to grapple for control of his temper though it wasn’t aimed at her. “She likes to start trouble. And is that why you were so upset? The stars?”

“It’s more than that,” she said exasperated. “I accepted you and the mob, I didn’t know she was part of the package.”

“She’s not.”

“Maybe you should tell her that…or should I?” She meant that too. She was tired of Naomi’s behavior and the way she hung all over Mishca as though Lauren didn’t matter.

He was just staring at her, a small smile on his face before he had her face in his hands, kissing her forcefully. She kissed him back with every ounce of frustration she had, wanting him to know exactly how she felt.

It turned into something more as she started pulling at his clothes. He drew back, looking down at her with lust in his eyes. He grabbed both of her arms, pinning them behind her with one hand as he tugged her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor, then pushed her skirt up, leaving it bunched around her stomach.

Since their night together in the hotel, sex between them had always been undeniably romantic. Now, she was getting a side of Mishca she had never seen before, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t like it.

In fact, she thought she liked this side of him more.

He was always careful with her, making sure she was with him every step of the way.

This was about possession.

And though she would never admit it aloud, Naomi had been right about Mishca restraining himself with her, but no longer would she allow him to do that. She wanted all of him, the good and the bad.

His hand was between her legs next, a sound of masculine pride at how wet she was for him rumbling in his chest. She ached for him in a way that didn’t fully make sense to her, but she was entirely okay with that.



He didn’t bother trying to get out of all of his clothes, just undoing his pants, and pulling his cock free, the hard length resting against her thigh.

With the hand at the small of her back, he held her steady as he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing her legs wider as he slipped inside of her, his gaze immediately lifting to her face to see her reaction.

There was nothing more beautiful to him than her in that moment.