Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1035

Brielle felt the metallic tang of blood spread in her mouth. This wasn't a kiss anymore-it was a savage bite, like two beasts trying to consume each other's blood. It was more intimate than any exchange of bodily fluids. What a freak!

Her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to breathe. He seemed to enjoy watching her suffocate, admiring the rosy hue spreading across her face. Only when Brielle looked like she might pass out did he finally let her go. "Different from being with him, isn't it?" he taunted.

Brielle regained her composure and wiped her lips. "What's so different? You know what's going on with him sometimes. You should know, he and I have done everything."

It was just an excessive kiss; it didn't mean anything to her. She threw the words back at him, hoping to disgust him as much as he disgusted her. Brielle had always been oblivious to others' affections, assuming King's harassment was just his way of getting back at Max for using this body to be with her.

King fancied another woman, after all. With his controlling nature, he must have been furious when he found out Max was using this body to date someone else.

King didn't say a word, but his stare was intense, like a brewing storm ready to swallow everything around them. However, Brielle wasn't scared. She mentally pulled herself away from that harrowing kiss.

"How can he come back?" she asked, referring to Max.

laughter, as if his hatred for Max had only deepened, like Max had taken something precious from him. Someone as manipulative as King wouldn't want to share

Brielle wanted Max

dream," he said indifferently, widening the gap between

body, but not his soul. She opened her mouth but couldn't

from the ground.

taste of his woman," he sneered, placing the mask

turned and opened the nearby door. She

step onto the path, a young boy rounded the corner, crashing into her arms. Behind him was a majestic panther, standing as tall

been irritated, but seeing Isaac, she couldn't bring herself to dislike him, though thoughts of King complicated her feelings. She was supposed to resent the child, a living reminder of the life she

lost.

King had with another woman live while

Brielle had

back into despair. Yet, facing this living, breathing boy who resembled Max, her heart ached. Ignoring