Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 669

Aubree felt like she was about to hurl, stars bursting in front of her eyes. His lips entangled with hers, leaving her gasping for air. The intense battle slowly morphed into a grinding friction.

Andrew’s forehead rested against hers, and as the image of that pretty boy from the other day flashed in his mind, a surge of anger swelled in his chest. With one swift motion, he ripped open her blouse, but the bitemark on Aubree’s shoulder caught his attention.

He had never left such a mark on her before, and in that instant, it felt as if his pupils were about to explode. “Who did this?! Aubree, who left this mark?!”

He was like a furious lion, and with his height advantage, he scooped her up and seated

her on the bathroom counter.

Aubree kicked out in panic, but his question drained all the strength from her body.

Who left it? How absurd. Wasn’t that a question he should be asking Tessa?

Aubree had no energy left to argue, meeting Andrew’s bloodshot gaze with a weak smile. That smile seemed to stab right into Andrew’s heart, and he desperately wanted to slap her.

man filled Andrew with a burning rage, and he grabbed her hair. “Are you that cheap? Are you that desperate for a man?!”

color drained from Aubree’s face, his words echoing Tessa’s accusations. She

and in a swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder and marched into a private booth. Soon, several men entered the booth, offering their ‘special services.’ For the right price, they would follow a woman back to her place or directly to a

badly, I can find one for you. Why did

booth, wanting to shrink back. But Andrew held her tight. “They look pretty good, don’t they? As good as

to

He gestured to one of the servers. “You,

man hesitated, saw Aubree’s pitiful, tear–streaked face, and felt a twinge of

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knew Andrew, the notorious heir to the

to touch Aubree’s cheek. Aubree reacted as

pulling her back, and sneered, “What’s the matter? You said you were desperate, didn’t you?”

reluctantly followed Andrew’s orders, pinched Aubree’s chin, and moved in

nails digging deeply into the sofa, struggling to push him away. She bent over, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out.

nothing more.

reaction, Andrew felt an unbearable prickling sensation. He barked, “Get out.”