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.”

and a cold sweat broke out over her body as she struggled to remove the

then flipped her over and pinned

yanked off the blindfold. Seeing the person in front of her clearly, her

anger.

Bastard!

chance to retaliate. He was already dressed, his composure restored, knotting the tie he’d

such

put loud but found her throat was

the night before. There was a deep bite mark on Max’s collarbone

him, and he hadn’t yielded. In

that if i hadn’t come for you, you’d be carried off to a hotel room by someone

and she dropped to her

intended for her to learn a lesson, 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

furious and tried to push him away, but her control slipped, and her hand accidentally slapped Max’s cheek.

in the tense air, and silence

It wa

intentional.

felt like a vice grip

Es

the hotel like a fugitive. Once in the taxi,

rubbed her forehead, regretting the slap. Her mind was too cluttered for explanations

was Kenzo checking if

returning to the Premier Palace, Brielle went home. She had to nurse her hangover. Her