Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1035

Brielle felt the metallic tang of blood spread in her mouth. This wasn’t a kiss anymore—it was a savage bite, like two beasts trying to consume each other’s blood. It was more intimate than any exchange of bodily fluids.

What a freak!

Her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to breathe. He seemed to enjoy watching her suffocate, admiring the rosy hue spreading across her face. Only when Brielle looked like she might pass out did he finally let her go.

“Different from being with him, isn’t it?” he taunted.

Brielle regained her composure and wiped her lips. “What’s so different? You know what’s going on with him sometimes. You should know, he and I have done everything.”

It was just an excessive kiss; it didn’t mean anything to her. She threw the words back at him, hoping to disgust him as much as he disgusted her. Brielle had always been oblivious to others’ affections, assuming King’s harassment was just his way of getting back at Max for using this body to be with her.

King fancied another woman, after all. With his controlling nature, he must have been furious when he found out Max was using this body to date someone else.

King didn’t say a word, but his stare was intense, like a brewing storm ready to swallow everything around them. However, Brielle wasn’t scared. She mentally pulled herself away from that harrowing kiss.

“How can he come back?” she asked, referring to Max.

King chuckled, a hint of madness in his laughter, as if his hatred for Max had only deepened, like Max had taken something precious from him. Someone as manipulative as King wouldn’t want to share his body with another. Max’s disappearance was a win for him—why would he want him back?

But Brielle wanted Max back.

“Don’t dream,” he said indifferently, widening the gap between them.

Brielle didn’t know how to react. It was Max’s face, his body, but not his soul. She opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words, looking through King as if searching for the man she longed to see.

She couldn’t blame Max; such situations were messy for anyone. She squatted down, reaching to touch Isaac’s head.

Isaac dodged, quickly scanning her. A servant stepped forward, speaking softly. “Ms. Brielle, the young master isn’t used to close contact. He used to only speak to the sir and is slowly learning to interact with others. Please don’t take offense.”

Brielle’s heart ached again. Isaac nodded at her and smiled.

“Nice to meet you, friend. Noir,” he said.

The black panther, as if understanding, stepped forward, bowing its head and placing a paw in front of Brielle. Isaac, with innocent eyes, patted the panther’s head.

“Noir, apologize. You startled her.”