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.

him, too tired to speak. Drops of sweat beaded on Max’s forehead, sliding from his jaw to her chest. The bedroom light was dim as Brielle woke, watching him through half–lidded eyes just in time to see the sweat drip onto her

turn dry, then red, and finally, like

say, so many questions, but for now, she just gazed at him

he said. Her gaze made his body react and feel like

རྫ ïཎྜརྗ ཐྭ ཧ རྗཥྞཾ ཆ ཚེâ – Fཕྱུ༅ གཙེ ཟཟོ ན གོ

fluttered against his palm as she mumbled,

tensed, feeling as if his palm was scorched. All the words in the world couldn’t weigh against that single plea. His heart’s

vanished, replaced by a light chuckle. Wasn’t

“I won’t.”

slapping you. Maybe you can slap me back to even it out?” With her eyes still closed, Brielle’s willpower was the only thing

a dream, that Max would vanish upon waking. So, while she still had the strength,

say everything on her

so please don’t blame me. We both lost

even, okay?”

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