Restrain Me (Corrupted Royals #4) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Corrupted Royals Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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Max climbs out of the vehicle and scowls at my bare feet. “You’ll hurt yourself. Go back inside.”

I look down at the patches of grass and ground. “I’m fine. Pass me a bag.”

I’m given another glare as he hands me the lightest bag while he carries six heavy ones.

“My assassin, the gentleman,” I tease him before I can stop myself.

Max pauses mid-step and stares at me, an emotion I can’t place, tightening his features.

Thinking I overstepped the boundaries between us, I give him a rueful grin. “Sorry.” I turn around and head back into the cabin, then keep myself busy unpacking everything.

There’s a fridge that’s seen better days where I pack the perishables.

Remembering my cell phone, I ask, “Do you think they can track me with my phone?”

Max freezes for a second, then mutters, “Where is it?”

I point to the counter, and when he sees it’s still off, his eyes settle on me with relief. “You didn’t turn it on?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t want to risk it.”

He lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head before continuing to unpack the goods.

“What? Why are you chuckling?”

His eyes flick to mine. “You make my job easy.”

A smile spreads over my face. “You’re welcome.”

He heads outside again and comes back with more bags. Noticing they contain clothes, I move closer. He removes sneakers in my size, a pair of jeans, two T-shirts, and two pairs of shorts.

“This will have to do until I make another run for supplies,” he murmurs.

No underwear or bra.

I shrug and collect the clothes and sneakers. “Thank you.”

Walking to the bedroom, I fold everything neatly and set the pile down on the side of the table. Taking clean clothes for the day, I return to the kitchen to grab the body wash and a brand-new towel.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

Max nods as he takes off the price tags from the clothes he bought for himself. “Sure.”

Heading into the bathroom, I shut the door and open the faucets so the water can run warm.

“Crap,” I mutter when I don’t see any toothpaste. I open the door again and ask, “Did you get a toothbrush and toothpaste?”

He walks to the counter in the kitchen and brings me the bag containing all the toiletries.

“Thanks,” I grin as I take the bag from him.

I shut the door again and quickly brush my teeth before stripping out of my dirty clothes and stepping into the shower.

I don’t care that the body wash is a cheap brand, I’m just grateful I get to clean myself.

As I’m rinsing off the suds, something on the wall catches my eye. It’s big, brown, and has way too many legs.

I blink at the spider who’s eyeing me like I’m its next meal, then I let out a scream that can probably be heard in Paris.

I dart out of the shower and grab my hairbrush so I can whack the monstrosity.

The door slams open, and Max bursts into the tiny bathroom, his gun held ready at eye level.

I point at the wall and shriek, “Kill it.”

His eyes dart between the massive spider and me, then he lowers his gun and states the obvious, “You’re naked.”

I get the heebie-jeebies, doing a little dance as I keep pointing at the spider. “Kill it. Kill it. Kill it.”

Max switches off the faucets, grabs hold of the spider with his bare freaking hand, and stalks to the window, where he tosses it outside.

With the threat to my life dealt with, a shiver rushes down my spine, and the intense fear fades.

Max turns around, and when his eyes sweep over my body, the realization hits that I’m butt-freaking-naked.

An overwhelming sense of self-consciousness fills me with embarrassment, and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

He stares at me with the grimmest expression I’ve ever seen, making me feel even more self-conscious about my body. Honestly, I’m a little scared of him right now.

Suddenly he stalks forward, and as I stumble backward, his hand grips my hip, and I’m shoved hard against the wall between the basin and the toilet.

A startled breath explodes from me, then Max leans down until our breaths warm the small space between our faces.

Dear God and all that’s holy. Is that desire in his eyes?

His jaw is clenched, his gaze burning into mine, and the moment is so freaking charged that I can feel it rippling over my skin.

My heart hammers against my ribs, and I begin to tremble, unable to tear my eyes away from his as my desire for this man builds into an inferno in my abdomen.

The anticipation is next level, and I’m about to beg him to fuck me.

His fingers dig into my hip, and just as I think he’s going to kiss me, he pulls away and stalks out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.


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