Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel 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.

"With that in mind, I bet you'll improve quickly, won't you?"

Under his threats, she did learn fast. Naturally talented, her shooting skills soon reached above average.

King hadn’t expected Max to be the one to finally craft her a custom gun. Both had invested in her, yet it was Max who reaped the rewards.

"Bang!"

Brielle, lost in thought, missed her shot. The next second, she was pinned against the wall, King’s kiss leaving her breathless and speechless.