Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1069

"Brielle, look at me!"

His grip on her chin was like a beast pushed to its edge, ferocious and unyielding.

Brielle winced, wanting to push him away, but the pain was too intense, sapping her strength.

Every cell in her body screamed in agony, her complexion turning ghostly pale. She was powerless to escape his grasp.

If it had been Max, he would never have treated her like this.

Her icy stare met his, tears brimming from the pain. Seeing Max's face only made her world feel more surreal and torn apart.

It felt like a nightmare.

She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

Touching his face, he glared down at her, eyes burning with intensity.

Her eyes, filled with familiar disdain, cut through him.

King couldn't understand how they could be so close physically but worlds apart emotionally.

What would it take for her to look at him the way she looked at Max?

Nobody had ever taught him that.

So, he covered her eyes with his hand, moving quicker now.

To silence her harsh words, he leaned down and kissed her forcefully.

Like a coward deceiving himself.

"Mmmph," Brielle struggled, her voice choked with sobs.

By the end, she felt like she was being torn apart.

was deep into the night

never been treated this way, her

soft glow on her beautiful, tear-streaked

held her tightly, not

regret, even calling out to Max in

But Max didn't respond.

his chin on Brielle's hair. How could he

He called out.

Brielle didn't respond.

again, wishing he could control her

"Brielle, talk to me."

turning her to face him, gripping her

"What are you thinking?"

exhausted, the pain keeping her awake. Hearing him, she raised her

slap had barely faded, and now there

punish her afterward, never letting himself be

red-rimmed eyes filled with pain and defiance, he lost the desire to continue punishing her.

it hurt? Wasn't it supposed

He really didn't understand.

soon as he finished speaking, Brielle pulled her hand back,

"It was awful."

what she meant, leaning

"What did you say?"

her eyes, her fingertips trembling from

were terrible at

that, she didn't say

The room fell silent.

Brielle drifted off to sleep, she heard him

really

it

The next morning.

quiet, with someone lying on the bed. He intended to wake his daddy

his side was a panther, the boy

up, breakfast,