Master of his heart

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

where are you off

sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot

pupils dilated, and she looked away sheepishly, “You’re really

six-foot-three, an imposing figure with a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly known as The Priest.

eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were

licked her lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say thank

I

specks of ruthlessness surged in

was one of the most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the

to

are

a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air,

receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until

skin made her tense up. He wasn’t

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