Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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.

Hours later, Brielle was exhausted and on the edge of sleep. Her feet pushed against 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 skin.

At that moment, she felt the heat of his sweat turn dry, then red, and finally, like a tattooed mark on her chest.

much to say, so many questions, but for now, she just

made his body react and feel like she was dependent on him, that she couldn’t

ཐྭ ཧ རྗཥྞཾ ཆ ཚེâ – Fཕྱུ༅ གཙེ ཟཟོ ན

eyelashes fluttered against his palm as

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 this what

“I won’t.”

me back to even it out?” With her eyes still closed,

She feared it was all a dream, that Max would vanish upon waking. So, while she still had the strength,

say everything on her

too, so please don’t blame me. We both

even, okay?”

sour. How could affection be like this? They were so close. She was

he wanted to be closer,

his emotions–grievances, touches of affection, sourness–surged in

“Yeah.”