Master of his heart

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

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

pupils dilated, and she looked away sheepishly,

stood nearly 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. “Coffin preferences? What kind of

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

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

I

had never encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged

Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration,

to remain

you are generous

and soft

the harshness in his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand tracing down along

of the black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item