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.

nuzzling at her neck, a gesture

with Max, she realized he had his mean streaks

ducking his gaze, vulnerable as a hedgehog exposing

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

were different, yet not

mean streak just ran deeper than

He was not Max.

pulled her gaze away, refusing to soften towards him. If she did, Max would never make a

Lynch family from finding

kisses

as they were gently held and kissed, sending shivers down

him away, but he caught her

late

eyes, convincing herself it was

"I like you."

in her ear were soon sealed with a firm kiss, stealing

braced herself for what was next, but then there was a knock at the

King, too, struggled, sweat dripping from his brow

childish voice came from

hungry,

bobbed, his forehead veins nearly popping, his body taut

interruption, focused

pulling a blanket over her before lazily tying a robe around

the door, he crouched to

"Haven't had dinner?"