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 to

shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery. Do you prefer a sunrise or sunset

pupils dilated, and she looked away

bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the

a hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a hint

a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should

I

specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger

one of the most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but

want to

are generous

beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening

firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other

rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising

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