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His body shudders as he comes, his teeth bared and his eyes as light as I’ve ever seen them.
I swallow every last drop, and when he pulls out, I’m grabbed by my arms and yanked to my feet. His mouth takes mine with force as I’m shoved back against the counter.
The kiss is wild, and it feels like he’s branding me as his.
As if he’s falling for me.
As if he's going to carry out his threat and never let me go.
He makes me feel like I’m one of a kind and the only woman who can make him lose control.
He breaks the kiss, and framing my face with his hands, he stares deep into my eyes. “I can’t change who I am for you.”
I lift my hand to his chest. “I’m not expecting you to.”
Frustration flashes over his face. “But I want you to know if there were anyone I’d try to leave my world for, it would be you.” His eyes drift over my face. “You’re not just a fling whose name I’ll forget as soon as we’re done.”
I push myself up on my toes and press a kiss to his mouth, then I tease, “I’m glad you’ll remember my name.” My expression grows serious before I admit, “I don’t want you to change for me. I’m attracted to this version of you, Max.”
You wouldn’t be the same man I’m falling in love with, and it will change everything. I don’t want to tame you.
The violence fades from his eyes until only awe remains. He shakes his head incredulously. “Christ, Cami.” His hands move into my hair, and he crowds my body with his.
Every unspoken word fills the air, and a powerful emotion builds between us.
I press a tender kiss to his mouth before I wrap my arms around him and rest my cheek against his chest.
Max allows me to hold him for close to a minute before he says, “As much as I want to fuck you all day long, I need to get some work done and see if there’s any information I can find about the attack on the penthouse.”
I pull away. “Okay.”
As I begin to clean the kitchen, I watch him leave the cabin. A few seconds later, I see him through the small window in the kitchen. I hear metal grind, and forgetting about the chores, I walk out of the cabin and around the back.
My eyebrows lift when I see a trap door, and getting closer, it looks like it leads to a shelter of some kind.
Cautiously I take the steps down and call out, “Max?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it okay if I come down?”
“Sure.”
I walk down a short, dimly lit passage before I reach a room. One wall has all kinds of weapons on display, and across from it is a large desk filled with monitors.
The man has a bat cave.
With wide eyes, I move closer to the desk where Max is sitting. As he types on a keyboard, letters and numbers flash over the main monitor.
Another screen comes alive with multiple camera views, each showing a different side of the cabin and surrounding woods.
A third monitor displays the words ‘Welcome to St. Monarch’s.’ The words fade away, and a menu appears.
Contracts. Tracking. Available for hire. Training. Bookings. Auction.
“Come here,” Max murmurs. I step closer, and he pulls me onto his lap. “Welcome to my world.”
I wrap an arm around his neck and lean against his chest. “It’s impressive.”
