Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 664

Max patted her cheek gently, grabbing a moist towelette from the car to clean the tips of her fingers.

It was cold. Brielle’s fingers recoiled.

When the car finally pulled up to the nearest hotel, Max ordered Patrick to ensure Annie was taken to the hospital while he carried Brielle into a room. This was the second time she’d gotten plastered. If he didn’t intervene, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could’ve ended up sharing a drink with her.

As soon as they entered the room, Brielle felt herself pressed down onto the bed. She couldn’t breathe and struggled to push the weight off.

This time, Max was serious. Her chin was grasped firmly, and there was no escaping the deep kiss.

It wasn’t until dawn that Max finally released her. Brielle, exhausted, had long since passed out, her body bruised and battered.

The comforter was pulled up to her chest, the room’s heater was cranked up high, and beads of sweat moistened the strands of hair on her forehead. Brielle was too tired to

open her eyes, but she vaguely felt her hands tied and a blindfold over her eyes.

“No more,” she murmured, pushing away and opening her eyes. The blindfold obscured her vision, making everything unclear.

Halfway through the night’s drinking, her consciousness had blurred. Kenzo hadn’t warned her the liquor would hit so hard,

What else did she remember? Right, she remembered seeing Max with his new secretary.

“Mmm.”

her, and a cold sweat broke out over her body as she struggled

over and pinned her

necktie from her wrists, she yanked off the blindfold. Seeing the person

anger.

Bastard!

a chance to retaliate. He was already dressed, his composure restored, knotting the tie

such a jerk!

put loud but found her throat was

a deep bite mark on Max’s collarbone that she

and he hadn’t yielded. In her haze, she’d bitten him

you’d be carried off to a hotel room by someone else after getting drunk?” Max glanced at her as he

legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees. She qursed him again in her heart.

not to be truly angry with her. He hesitated when he saw her kneel and her knees redden. After all, he’d teased her all night and had just deliberately frightened her. Leaving now would be no better

to lift her. Brielle was furious and tried to push him away, but

was sharp in the tense air,

It wa

intentional.

felt like a vice grip on her chest,

Es

the hotel like a fugitive. Once in the taxi, she

slap. Her mind was too cluttered

phone rang. It was Kenzo checking if

to nurse her