Page 6 of Accidental Bratva Daddy

After that, words become unnecessary. We communicate through touch, through sighs and moans of pleasure. I map every inch of Natalia's body with my hands and mouth, committing each sensitive spot to memory. She's responsive, arching into my touch, her nails raking down my back in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

When I finally sink into her a second time, burying my cock in her wet heat, it feels like coming home. We move together in perfect synchronicity, as if we've known each other's bodies for years instead of hours. Natalia meets me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, urging me deeper, her moans making it hard to keep my rhythm under control.

"Luka," she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm close, I’m…”

"Let go, darling," I murmur, reaching between us once more. "Come for me, Natalia.”

She does, spectacularly. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, my name on her lips, sends me over the edge with her again. For a moment, the world narrows to just this—the feel of Natalia in my arms, the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat andus.

Later, as we lay tangled together on the other side of the bed from the wet spot, I try to remember the last time I felt this... content. This at peace. Natalia's head rests on my chest, her breathing deep and even in sleep. I run my fingers through her tousled hair, marveling at how soft it feels.

This isn't me. I don't do pillow talk or gentle caresses. I take what I want and leave before the sun rises. So why can't I bring myself to move?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. With a quiet sigh, I carefully extract myself from Natalia's embrace, tucking the sheet around her bare shoulders. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

I grab my phone, padding quietly to the balcony. The cool night air raises goosebumps on my bare skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Natalia's body just moments ago.

The notification on my screen makes my blood run cold:

Target location confirmed. Isla Miramar resort, arriving tomorrow.

Isla Miramar. The same place Natalia had mentioned earlier. The same place she's headed with her family.

I glance back through the glass doors, taking in Natalia's peaceful form on the bed. For a moment, I let myself imagine a different life. One where I'm just a businessman, where I could pursue whatever this is between us without the weight of my other responsibilities.

But that's not the world I live in. I have a job to do. And Natalia... she's an Orlov.

With a heavy heart, I begin to gather my clothes. It's better this way, I tell myself. Better to leave now, before things get any more complicated. Before I do something truly unforgivable, like fall for her.

As I dress, my resolve hardens. I have a hit to arrange, a mission to complete. Whatever I felt tonight, whatever connection sparked between Natalia and me, it has to end here.

I take one last look at her sleeping form, committing every detail to memory. Then, silent as a shadow, I slip out of the suite and back into the night.

It's time to become the Volkov everyone fears once more.

3

Natalia

The first rays of sunlight filter through the gauzy curtains, painting the hotel room in a soft, golden glow. I stir, my hand reaching out instinctively, seeking the warmth of Luka's body. But my fingers find only cool, empty sheets.

My eyes snap open, fully awake now. The space beside me is vacant, the pillow undisturbed. It's as if he was never here at all.

"Luka?" I call out, my voice rough with sleep. Silence answers me.

I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest as I scan the room. His clothes are gone, the only evidence of our night together the rumpled bedding and the lingering scent of his cologne on the pillow.

No note. No text. Nothing.

A knot forms in my stomach, equal parts disappointment and irritation. I shouldn't be surprised—this is what powerful mendo, isn't it? Take what they want and disappear before the sun rises. But some foolish, romantic part of me had hoped...

I shake my head, banishing the thought. It was just one night, I remind myself sternly. A moment of reckless abandon before returning to the real world. Nothing more.

Still, as I shower and dress for the day, I can't shake the feeling of unfinished business. The ghost of Luka's touch lingers on my skin, and when I close my eyes, I can still see the intensity in his gaze as he moved above me.

"Get it together, Natalia," I mutter to my reflection as I apply a light layer of makeup. "You have a family vacation to focus on."

I finish packing quickly, double-checking that I have everything I need for a week on Isla Miramar. As I zip up my suitcase, my phone buzzes with a text from Alina.

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