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.

Max, where are you

down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you

looked away sheepishly,

nearly six-foot-three, an imposing figure with a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth

was not a hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a hint

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

I

never encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger lifted, tilting

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

want to

are generous

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

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

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