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)
“Jesus, that many?” Cami gasps, then her hand flies up, and she touches my arm. “Not that I’m judging.”
“I think I’ve been with thirteen,” I answer. “I’m not sure.”
A frown forms on her forehead. “You can’t remember how many women you’ve slept with?”
I shrug and take another sip of the water. “They weren’t that memorable. Ask me the number of kills, and I’ll be able to give you the exact figure.”
The moment I say the words, I regret them, but it’s too late because Cami asks, “How many kills?”
I shake my head. “You don’t want to know.”
She steps closer, and tilting her head back, she locks eyes with me. “I want to know.”
I shake my head again, not sure how she’ll handle it.
Her palm brushes up and down my arm as if she’s trying to encourage me.
My tone is emotionless as I admit, “One hundred and sixteen.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t break eye contact. I watch as she processes the high number.
“They were all criminals?” she asks.
I nod.
Luckily the one innocent I shot survived and became an amazing woman.
A confused expression settles on her face. “Does it make me a bad person for not caring?”
“No.” I lift my hand to cup her cheek. “You’re the furthest thing from bad.” I move my hand to the back of her neck and take a step closer to her. “I’m a criminal, Cami.”
She scrunches her nose, and it looks like she’s struggling to associate the word with me.
“Villian suits you better.”
Shaking my head, I say, “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
“I’m not.” Cami pulls away from me. “If you had told me you killed innocent people for a living, this conversation would not be happening.”
Tilting my head, I stare at her as I realize she’s seriously okay with me being an assassin as long as I stick to killing the scum of this world.
Christ, was this woman made for me?
“Careful,” I warn her, my tone dark.
Cami’s eyes fly to my face, and confusion tightens her features. “Careful with what?”
“If you keep being this perfect, I might never let you go.”
The confusion drains from her face and is quickly replaced with hope.
Fuck.
She moves closer to me and trails her fingertip down my chest. “It’s a turn-on when you’re all threatening and scary.”
My eyebrow lifts as I stare down at her. “Yeah?”
She nods as her teeth tug at her bottom lip. “Seeing you in action last night almost made my ovaries explode. It was hot, and I wanted to rip your clothes off.” Her fingers dip beneath the waistband of my pants, and she seductively caresses the sensitive skin before pulling down my zipper. “Knowing you’re dangerous but that you won’t hurt me is intoxicating.”
Cami’s fingers wrap around my cock, and she slowly starts to stroke me.
I lift a hand to her face, and gripping her jaw, I let the mask I have to wear when I’m out in public fall.
I show her all the brutality that lives inside me.
I let her see who I really am.
Chapter 20
Cami
Holy mother of God.
The expression on Max’s face becomes cold and ruthless. For a moment, fear ghosts through my body, but knowing he feels something for me, the uneasy emotion disappears.
His lethal gaze is focused on me with laser precision while I stroke his rock-hard cock.
I want this bad man to do bad things to me. Jesus. I love this.
His eyes narrow on me, and his movements are downright predatory as he steps closer. His grip on my jaw tightens.
I’m his prey.
A thrilling sensation makes my heartbeat speed up. My breaths come faster, and goosebumps spread over my skin.
Lowering his head, he stops an inch from my face and just stares at me. Our breaths mingle, and the air fills with an intense electric current.
His tone is deadly as he orders, “On. Your. Knees.”
With his other hand, he grabs a fistful of my hair.
I keep my eyes locked with his as I sink down to my knees.
With his hand still gripping my jaw, his thumb pulls at my bottom lip. “Open.”
My lips part on his command.
I tighten my fist around the base of his cock, and as his hips move forward, I take him into my mouth.
I suck hard before trailing my tongue up and down an angry vein. I tease the swollen head, then suck him to the back of my throat before repeating the process.
Max takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his eyes burning on me. His thumb brushes over my lips as he savors the feel of his cock in my mouth.
“Take a deep breath.”
I inhale through my nose and relax my jaw. His grip on my hair tightens right before he starts to fuck my mouth.
My eyes water, but I keep them locked with his. When he hits the back of my throat, and I moan, he has to grab hold of the counter behind me to keep himself standing.