Master of his heart

Chapter 703

Chapter 703

Brielle was lounging on the couch while Max stood. She wrapped her arm around him, leaving her head resting against his midsection. Max froze for a moment, then felt her hand slip under his shirt–deliberately igniting his lust. A shadow passed over his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

He chucked the remote control, not bothering to see if it landed on the coffee table. He spun around, pinned her to the couch, and kissed her fiercely.

Brielle felt breathless, on the verge of suffocation, before he released her. Clothes littered the path from the living room to the bedroom. Max carried the faint scent of liquor–he must have had a drink here, evidenced by the small wine glass still resting on the coffee table. His eyes, slightly intoxicated with warmth, imprisoned her completely in his embrace as he hoisted her up. Startled by the vulnerability of the position, Brielle’s cheeks flushed. “Hey, easy,” she murmured.

Their bodies pressed close together.

In truth, she didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted him to be rougher, to completely unravel her so that she could feel his presence instead of a gesture of rejection.

His rejection was painful. His indifference drove her mad. She wanted to be entwined tightly with him, to forget everything else for a moment and focus only on each other.

Neither asked why they didn’t answer calls or texts; physical communication was far more honest.

too tired to speak. Drops of sweat beaded on Max’s forehead, sliding from his jaw to her chest.

turn dry, then red, and finally, like a tattooed mark on

so much to say, so many questions, but for now, she just gazed at him with shimmering

again, and he covered her eyes with his hand. “Stop looking, just sleep,” he said. Her gaze made his body react and feel like she was dependent on him, that she couldn’t let go.

༤༤ རྨཋོ རྫ ïཎྜརྗ ཐྭ ཧ རྗཥྞཾ ཆ

against his palm as she mumbled, “Don’t leave

as if his palm was scorched. All the words in the world couldn’t weigh

by a light chuckle. Wasn’t this what he was

“I won’t.”

back to even it out?” With her eyes still closed, Brielle’s willpower was the

all a dream, that Max would vanish upon

everything on her

blame you for the scarf. I lost the rosary too, so please don’t blame

even, okay?”

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