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)
Taking her in a kiss filled with dark promises and obsession, I ignore the warnings that this can blow up in our faces.
As long as she doesn’t find out about my secret, I’ll be able to deal with every obstacle we’ll have to face as a couple.
A couple.
Jesus Christ.
For the first time in my life, I find myself in a relationship with a woman, and I’m luring her to the dark side of life.
Chapter 22
Cami
After two weeks at the cabin, we packed our clothes, which wasn’t much, and locked up the place.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV, I look at the changing landscape as Max drives us to a hotel where we’ll collect my passport.
Papa sent the document there at Max’s request, as he wants to take me to Switzerland until after the elections.
It looks like Mr. De Rothschild is set to become our next President, which means Papa will definitely be his Prime Minister.
I don’t know how that will solve any problems.
Turning my gaze to Max, I ask, “Do you think the threats will stop after my father becomes the Prime Minister?”
Keeping his eyes on the road, he shakes his head. “He’ll still be in politics.”
I let out a sigh. “So basically, unless my father retires from politics, I’ll never be safe.”
“You’re with me, Cami,” he mutters. “Which means you’re safe.”
“You can’t be my bodyguard forever,” I state the obvious.
His eyes flick to me. “No, but you’re my girl–” He pauses and frowns. “I hate that word.” His jaw clenches as he focuses on the road again before grumbling, “You’re mine. End of story.”
It’s only been a week since we made things ‘official,’ but we never really discussed anything. Max just said he’s keeping me and nothing else.
Are we just dating?
Will the relationship end when the threat has been dealt with?
He’ll return to his work as an assassin. I’ll return to my socialite duties.
How will things work between us?
The questions are endless, but I don’t ask them out loud. Things are good between us, and I don’t want to rock the boat.
Just enjoy the time you have with Max, and once the elections are over in a month, you can deal with reality.
The past two weeks fill my thoughts, and a smile forms around my mouth. Max taught me how to shoot a gun and handle a knife. The sessions were hot and always ended in an orgasm.
I’ve never had so much sex in my life, and I’ve learned Max is controlling in every aspect of his life. Not that I mind. The way he barks out orders is a turn-on for me.
Jesus, everything he does is a turn-on.
It’s also safe to say my attraction to him has become a much stronger emotion. I’m not ready to admit to myself just how strong, so I try not to think about it.
“You’re quiet,” Max murmurs as he takes the turn-off to Mulhouse, which is right on the border of France and Switzerland.
“Just thinking,” I murmur.
His eyes flick to me before returning to the road. “About?”
I shake my head and smile at him. “Our time at the cabin and how much things have changed.”
“Hmm.” The sound rumbles from his chest. “Did you enjoy our time there?”
I reach across the console and place my hand on his thigh. Max immediately places his on top of mine.
“It was amazing.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a hot smirk that I don’t get to see often. “What did you like most?”
I move my hand up his thigh until I brush against the impressive bulge behind the fabric of his cargo pants.
“My favorite part was when you gave in and kissed the hell out of me for the first time.”
“And?”
“When I finally got to feel you inside me.”
His smirk turns into a smile. “That’s my favorite as well.”
Max steers the SUV into a parking lot, then says, “Stay by my side at all times.”
“Okay.”
He pulls his gun from where it was wedged between his seat and the door and tucks the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
When he climbs out of the vehicle, he pulls his shirt over the gun to conceal it while glancing around before coming to my side of the SUV to open my door.
“Come, baby,”
“I love hearing those words,” I tease him, but he’s too focused on our surroundings to smile.
He takes my right hand and pulls me close to his side before we walk toward the hotel's entrance. It’s a three-star establishment, and that’s being generous.
Luckily, we won’t be staying here.
Reaching the reception, Max barely glances at the man behind the counter.
“Afternoon, how can I help you?” the man asks with a polite smile.
“Three, seven, six, nine, one,” is all Max says.
The smile drops from the man’s face, and he nods. Reaching beneath the counter, he pulls out a manilla envelope and hands it over.