Page 179 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Did you fantasize about tying me up and having your wicked way with me?”
“I fantasized many different scenarios. That wasn’t one of them, but now I know that’s on the table I could arrange it.”
He didn’t fantasize about that scenario because of what happened to me. If I hadn’t fallen for him before, I did right now in this moment.
“What we did earlier in the shooting range, number one fantasy.”
My brows shoot up in surprise. “Really? You’ve never taken another woman in there before?”
“No woman has ever been to my home let alone to my sanctuary.”
Oh. Why does that bit of information make me feel giddy?
“How many women have you slept with?”
Maxim gives me a deadpan look.
“I bet it’s loads. You’re fucking hot,” I tell him as my nails run down his chest making him shiver.
“Women are a distraction in my line of work. Before you, they were a means to an end. I used them to get off, scratched an itch we both needed, and moved on with my life. Never wanted anything serious with anyone.”
Maxim is being very honest.
“Till you, Grace,” he says, reaching forward and cupping my face. “I don’t deserve you. I sure as hell know I’m not good enough of a man for you. But I’ll take whatever you want to give me because I’m yours.”
Why the hell is this killer so fucking sweet? I’ve had men who are lawyers, doctors, footballers, or actors all doing jobs that hold them in high regard but this man, a man whose job it is to kill people, treats me better than any of those normal men. Leaning forward, I let him kiss me as his dick twitches inside me, waiting for me to move along him. I lift my hips up and let his dick almost fall out of me before I slam myself back down on him again making him bite my lip as he hisses.
“Such a naughty little tease.” He chuckles darkly.
“If you’re not going to answer how many people you have slept with will you tell me how many people you’ve killed?”
This question makes Maxim still. “Grace, you don’t really want to know the answer to that, do you?”
Maybe. I’m not sure until I hear the answer.
Maxim is quiet as he contemplates answering it. “Seventy-seven.”
“People you have killed?”
“Or people I’ve slept with. You wanted an answer to both. And that’s it.”
“You’ve either slept with that many or killed that many?”
He nods.
Right, so he’s either a womanizer or a serial killer?
“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I can see it on your face you’re disgusted.”
“It’s a lot either way,” I tell him honestly.
“I can’t change who I am, Grace. But I promise I will be the best I can be for you.”
Isn’t that all we want?
“I don’t know what the future holds for us, Max. But I’m all in.”
Maxim grabs my hips and holds me in place as he starts to thrust into me slowly, methodically. Both of us connected, no need for dirty words or sexy promises. It’s just the two of us declaring our true feelings for each other underneath the pink-streaked Italian sky. Maxim wraps his hand around my throat as he thrusts. The way he’s looking at me as if I’m the most precious gift in the world melts the last barriers built around my heart, and they explode at the same time as my orgasm does. Maxim’s is not far behind, filling me up thanks to that missing barrier.
