Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1057

King gazed at her, his heart a storm of emotions. He knew the game she was playing, the tricks she had up her sleeve, and that this was a trap. Yet, he willingly stepped right into it.

"Good student? Little Canary?" he called out, gently cupping her face.

Brielle blinked, puzzled by his sudden use of nicknames.

But catching the look of fondness in his eyes, she quickly realized he was seeing someone else through her.

Too smart for her own good and a bit slow on the uptake with emotions, Brielle mistakenly thought King fancied someone who resembled her, maybe someone like Annie, or another. She figured he was looking at her but seeing someone else. To King, she was just a stand-in.

This realization somewhat lightened the emotional load on her shoulders.

If he saw her as a stand-in, she could do the same with him. Fair's fair.

"Okay."

She murmured her agreement, and then he pinned her to the bed. "Remember something?"

Brielle wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she knew better than to contradict him when he was in one of his moods.

"A bit," she replied.

A spark lit up in his eyes as he leaned down to her neck, chuckling softly. "Is that so."

Brielle stared at the dim ceiling, feeling a strange sense that he wasn't as fierce as she thought.

Pet him the right way, and he was quite easy to appease.

a large wolf nuzzling at her neck, a gesture Max had

on her times with Max, she realized he had his mean

seeing her flustered, or ducking his gaze, vulnerable as a hedgehog exposing its soft

shiver ran through Brielle, her gaze complicated as she watched the

were different, yet not

streak just ran

He was not Max.

to soften towards him. If she

who had plotted so much in Beaconsfield to keep the Lynch family from finding her, deserved to disappear for his selfish

warm trail of kisses moved down her

as they were gently

wanted to kick him away, but he caught

was too late for regrets

her eyes, convincing herself it was Max's

"I like you."

in her ear were soon sealed with a firm kiss,

was next, but then there was

King, too, struggled, sweat dripping from his brow to

voice came from

hungry, Noir

nearly popping, his body taut as a

the interruption, focused

pulling a blanket over her before lazily tying

door, he crouched to meet

"Haven't had dinner?"