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)
“Did you pass out?” he asks, his breaths rough and his features tight with desire.
“I think so.”
It’s one hell of a turn-on for Max because he starts to fuck me like a man possessed. Or obsessed.
Moans and cries spill from me as he takes my body with a ruthlessness I’ve never experienced.
I lose touch with all my senses except for the pleasure he’s giving me. “Please,” I barely manage to gasp. “Please.”
“Come, Camille,” he orders, his voice hoarse.
As another orgasm rips through me with the force of a natural disaster, Max comes so hard that a savage growl escapes him.
The sound prolongs my pleasure, and I struggle to catch my breath.
Max lets go of my wrists and it has the blood rushing to my hands. I feel completely satisfied and drained of all my strength as I lie beneath Max.
Jesus, that was out of this world. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a while.
Chapter 33
Max
We took the private jet to Geneva, where I have a house near St. Monarch’s.
While I’m driving us to the place I consider my base of operations, Cami stares out of the window. From her sad expression, I can see she’s thinking of her father.
Her grief is still palpable at times, and I know it will take months, if not years, for her to move on from the loss she’s suffered.
When we pull up to my property, that’s surrounded by high walls and protected with a state-of-the-art security system, the sadness drains from her face, and curiosity fills her eyes.
“I did not expect a mansion,” she admits.
“I don’t just have cabins,” I say as I bring the armored SUV to a stop by the front steps. “This will be home when we’re not traveling for work.”
“How often will we be here?” she asks.
“Usually over the holidays. I’m not too fond of killing people during the festive season,” I admit as I climb out of the vehicle.
When I unlock the front door, Cami asks, “Do you like Christmas?”
I nod. “As much as the next person.”
My reply makes her smile before she glances around the foyer.
“I’m a minimalist,” I explain the lack of décor.
“Seeing as this will be my home, too,” she turns to face me with a hopeful gaze, “can I add a few things?”
Her penthouse was tastefully decorated, so I don’t mind. “Of course.”
Placing my hand on her lower back, I show her the rest of the house before taking her to my ‘office.’ The room is more of an armory where I keep all my weapons and my main computer system, where I do most of the tracking.
“Jesus,” Cami whispers as her eyes flit over all the guns, rifles, knives, and grenades. “You have enough for an army.”
“I like to be prepared,” I state the obvious.
“For what?” she gasps, her eyes landing on me. “A war?”
“Among other things,” I chuckle, finding her reaction amusing.
She turns to face all the monitors. “Holy shit, Max. Why do you have so many?”
I walk to the desk that fills the entire wall space and switch on my mainframe. The monitors come to life, showing a variety of information.
Some are streaming live locations from around the world, and others are doing automatic facial recognition of other assassins. I like to keep track of the competition.
“Dear God,” Cami whispers. “I have to admit this is all a little intimidating. I can barely get my laptop to work.”
I take hold of her hand and lead her out of the room so we can bring our luggage in.
Cami left some of her clothes in France but brought most with her, so I have to do a couple of trips to carry all the bags to the main bedroom.
She looks at the kingsize bed and black bedding, then says, “I’ll have to add some color to the room.”
“Nothing too bright, please.”
“I was thinking pink and purple,” she teases me as she opens one of her bags.
“I’ll tan your ass red,” I threaten while walking into the ensuite closet. I move my clothes over to the right side to make space for hers.
“I’m going to get to work,” I say, watching as she sorts her clothes into groups on the bed.
“Okay.” When I walk to the door, she asks, “Is there food in the kitchen?”
I shake my head. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow. We can go out for dinner if you like.”
Her eyebrow lifts. “That will be a first for us.”
“Think about what you feel like eating and let me know.”
I leave the bedroom and head to my office. Taking a seat in front of the monitors, I program my facial recognition software to focus on finding Jedrik Rusnak.
Besides St. Monarch’s, he’s the only person who has the information I need. While I wait for the program to do its job, I check for any new contracts on St. Monarch’s database.