Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in

away sheepishly, “You’re really

air. He was the Dorsey family’s

were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a

like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say thank

I

never encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness

breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and

want to remain

you are

delicate and

his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand tracing down

black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

her best friend, and now Brielle had returned the favor with this grand

What a delightful game!

I assure you, there’s nothing untoward