Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1060

Of course, those training sessions were filled with their fair share of close encounters.

"Watch out for the recoil with this hand. Hold it steady," King instructed, standing right behind her, his breath tickling her ear as he guided her through disassembling a gun in seconds. "Little Canary, pay attention. This could save your life someday," he said.

The training room was packed with all kinds of weapons, but her hands were just too small for any of them. She'd mentioned wanting a custom-made one.

King's eyes had met hers then, with a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking-that she might use that custom gun on him.

He wasn't into digging his own grave, so he pulled her close, a smirk on his lips, "Planning to make me bite the bullet?"

Brielle didn't say a word, but her silence was answer enough. That was the first time King tasted the bitterness of heartache.

He was suddenly reminded of his mother, the woman who had thrown herself into the royal family for love, only to end up in a miserable state. He thought he was different, that he could control his destiny. But love can't be forced, not even with mountains of gold could he win her smile.

So why bother being nice?

"Focus on your training. Miss a shot, and you'll be punished. You know how I like to punish you," he said, his tone casual as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling.

I bet you'll improve quickly, won't

she did learn fast. Naturally

to finally craft her a custom gun. Both

"Bang!"

thought, missed her shot. The next second, she was pinned

day, and the

her progress from fumbling with parts to expertly disassembling the gun, a smile playing on

joy was short-lived. Brielle, gripping the gun,

this coming. Calmly,

you pull that trigger, have you thought about the consequences? I can destroy everyone you care about

were always so blunt. Brielle's gun shifted back

his

are you still so disobedient?" he murmured. Brielle's body trembled, her shot going wide. Her skills had been improving, and he

forceful, sparing no part of her. Being with him was like dancing on the edge of a cliff-romantic but deadly, never knowing when you'd

get her a custom gun. When he was around, he pushed her to her limits, and when he wasn't, she

frequent and more demanding. Brielle realized she had truly become his caged canary, unable to escape her gilded prison. Any