Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I turn my head until our lips touch. “Would you make an exception for me?”
“If you betrayed me,” his eyes lock with mine, “I would.”
The air tenses around us. Max lifts me from his lap and places me on my feet.
“How would you do it?” I murmur, my tone intimate and needy, while he pulls my shorts down my legs.
I sit on the desk and open my legs wide.
Max steps between my thighs, and as his fingers brush over my clit, he says, “I’d strangle you with my bare hands.”
He pushes a finger inside me, drawing a moan from me. My head falls back, exposing my throat to him.
Bringing his other hand back to my neck, he caresses my skin. I feel his cock at my entrance, and as he surges inside me, his fingers wrap around my throat, and he cuts off my air supply.
I gasp but can’t manage to take a breath. My eyes remain locked with his as he thrusts ruthlessly into me, and it doesn’t even take thirty seconds before my orgasm threatens to overwhelm me.
A choked whimper escapes me, and only then does Max relax his grip and allow me to breathe.
His features are dark and deadly as he orders, “Come for me, baby.”
I gasp for air as the pleasure hits in electrifying waves.
Max’s arms wrap around me, and I’m yanked flush with his body as he continues to fuck me hard and fast. His light-green eyes keep mine imprisoned, our breaths rushing from us.
As my pleasure starts to fade, I feel his fingers brush over the scar on my back. There’s a flash of pain on his face right before he empties himself inside me.
He must’ve seen the scar earlier, and I hope he doesn’t ask how I got it. I’m not sure I’m ready to tell anyone about the darkest time in my life.
Besides my father, no one knows I was shot when I was seventeen.
But maybe one day I’ll be ready to share it with someone, and maybe that someone will be Max.
Chapter 21
Max
It’s been a week since we escaped to the cabin. With Cami asleep on my lap while I’m sitting a the desk in the underground room, I only have one hand free to work.
I’ve sent a request to St. Monarch’s for any information about the attack on the penthouse, but I haven’t heard anything back yet.
I’m currently browsing the underground chatter for clues of my own. There’s information for sale on everything from sex slavery to drug and weapons smuggling, but nothing about the attack on Cami or who’s behind it.
Which means it’s not someone from my world. This is why I don’t touch politicians. Everything is wrapped up behind hundreds of firewalls.
I open a program designed by the bratva for hacking and get past the first wall to enter the DSGE, France’s version of the CIA, through a backdoor. All my focus is on the monitor as I type code after code until I break into Maurice DuBois’ classified file.
The information spills over the screen, and I search for anything that will give me a lead.
It takes a higher clearing to access the blacked-out information before my eyes lock on a single sentence.
Has known associates in the bratva.
Maurice only dealt with the bratva to move forward with his green policy for France. The person threatening him would have to be high up in the government to know this information.
I check Maurice’s financials and everything about his solar panels business. He’s currently expanding to include wind turbines.
That’s not worth killing for, though.
Frustrated, I exit all the classified files. After I switch off the system, I hold Cami bridal style and rise to my feet. Carrying her out of the underground room, I walk back into the cabin and head to the bedroom to lay her down so she can continue to sleep peacefully.
I strip out of my pants and boxers, then go to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I’m rinsing off the suds, Cami comes in, and I watch as she takes her clothes off.
When she steps into the shower, I grab the body wash and squirt some into my palm. Moving closer to her, I take my time washing every inch of her skin.
I knew this would happen the moment I fucked her – she’s broken through most of my defenses and walked right into my heart, where she’s made herself at home.
My eyes settle on hers, and I see my emotions reflected in her irises as if I’m looking into a mirror.
She feels the same.
I lift my hands to her wet hair, and gripping fistfuls, I press my forehead to hers. With the water raining down on us, I look at the first woman I care about since I lost my sister and mother.
The only woman alive who’s managed to evoke an emotion in me. She’s thawed the ice around my heart, and now the fucking organ’s beating for her.