Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Smooth Criminal - {Max Verstappen} Part 2

A/N: Finally I wrote the part to my earlier Spy!Max one shot, god bless. Sorry it took me so long. I wanted to make a small series of this, like 4/5 parts of it and I'm also in for doing these kind of spy/secret agent series with other drivers! Let me know your opinions in the comments :)

           

You nodded briefly, not entirely sure. You were ready with his arm and stood up to get your tools cleaned at the sink. Max followed you, trapping your body between himself and the kitchen. "Where is it".

It was so wrong, but the shivers ran down your spine at the demanding tone. "Where is what?". You innocently shot back, drying your hands.

He spun you around so your chest was now to his muscled front.

"I think you exactly know where I'm talking about, babe".

You stared up into his blue eyes, taking your time to study his face. The spy was actually kind of handsome, strong jawline and neatly styled hair. His face smoothly shaved and his body seemed to be sculpted by the sculptor.

"Cat got your tongue?". Max got slightly impatient as you didn't seem to be too impressed by him. You shook your head. "I just don't like talking about certain things".

His fists banged against the wall behind you in anger, his face hovering closer to yours. You still didn't make one move, actually just waiting what he would do. He couldn't kill you, you were the person who had currently the most information.

Torturing was something he wouldn't do, especially not to a woman. Max's jaw was tensed as he thought about how he could get you talking.

"Maybe if I give you a small hint". His voice taunting in your ear, still not giving you any personal space. Your eyes travelled from the veins on his biceps back to his eyes.

"There's this little chip, easy to lose if you're not focusing enough". Your lips curved into a small smirk as you knew how much your news would disappoint him. "Sounds familiar? Well, pretty girl, I know you have it".

"I don't". You softly said.

Max had his nose in your neck and could smell the spicy, vanilla perfume lingering around your skin. His pupils dilated as his eyes travelled down your body. He knew how wrong this was and he knew how it could escalate at the office if they knew what he did next.

You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your neck. "Maybe I can get you talking this way, princess". His breath hot and his lips brushed over your skin, thereupon you whimpered at the small nickname he gave you.

Your hands travelled over his stomach, feeling every bump of the muscled abs. You let out a hush of air as he grabbed the back of your thighs to let you sit on the kitchen table and automatically wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

"We'll see". You answered to what he said last and pulled him down to kiss you properly. Max had a small grin on his face and let your touchy hands wander over his body as he pulled your shirt over your head and your shorts down your legs.

Max made sure that this mission would never be like any other one.

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Max groaned as he woke up, he rolled on his back and hissed as the cold sheets touched his back. They were full of the red streaks of your nails and his neck was purple by some marks you left. He shot up as you were no longer in his arms.

He saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair in the corner and his shot into the suit he had worn last night. He rolled the sleeves of the button-up, up till his elbows and left the jacket here.

You left early in the morning to hunt down the chip again, leaving Max in your house on the outer side of Vienna. You were so nice to put a small note on the table, which he immediately noticed.

Hey Max,

Thanks for the nice evening, gonna kick your ass for the purple bruises on my neck sometimes. I'm gone, as you have noticed. Oh and there's an alarm on this house. You can get out yourself, right? Haha bye x

Max gritted his teeth at seeing the note. Oh how stupid he had been. He needed to take a deep breath to control his anger as he could almost hear your sarcastic tone through the note. He looked around and decided that getting out of here was priority number 1.

"Wow what happened to you?". Daniel laughed as Max came in with his pants torn at the underside, lost one shoe and his hair spiked everywhere, a couple bruises on his face. "Don't ask". Max held his hand up to shush Daniel.

"I just need to find someone and kill her". Daniel nodded, understanding who he meant. "Should have last night". He muttered.

Max huffed and pulled the blouse over his head to get a clean shirt. Daniel eyed his back and chuckled. "I understand, you were too busy". The cynical tone in the Australian's voice got the hairs on Max's body straight up.

"That's exactly why I think you're too young for this. You don't sleep with someone you kill, Verstappen. Get your shit together". Daniel hissed and loaded his gun, shooting Max's reflection in the mirror.

Max cringed at the sound of the bulled breaking the glass that pierced through the building. "It's that easy". Daniel left the room and Max watched him go. He sat down on the table and clenched his fists, mad with himself.

He placed his own weapon on the table. Loading and unloading it till he felt like his brain was completely numb.

"It's that easy".

Is it still that easy if you stood in front of him?