Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1097

Brielle was seething, pushing against his chest with all her might, but the man was strong, her efforts seemingly vanishing into thin air.

Her lips were captured in a fervent kiss, and her buttons were undone one by one. She could hear her phone ringing, probably Mason checking in on where she was. A wave of helplessness washed over her.

With Max's face so close, she couldn't muster any hatred for him. She didn't understand why she felt this way, only that his urgent kisses seemed to reveal a fragile, sensitive heart beneath his tough exterior.

But it really hurt; he was always forceful, making her tense and even fearful of these encounters. Her face paled from the pain, yet he didn't stop, pressing his forehead against hers as if that could offer him some solace.

Brielle just couldn't get a read on him, his temper changing so quickly.

"It hurts, it hurts," she finally cried out, especially seeing him still looking dapper while she was left exposed. And this was happening on a busy street, surrounded by countless cars. He truly did whatever he pleased, never asking if she wanted it.

King paused, hearing the honking around them. The car was parked right in the middle of the road, and many drivers seemed ready to confront them, but were held back by his men. And his men, obviously, knew what was happening inside the car.

Brielle felt a deep embarrassment, like being forced to perform in front of a crowd. Her phone continued to ring. She reached for it, but King took it and switched it off.

"Brielle, just look at me."

Brielle bit her lip, feeling a sudden urge to cry. But she didn't, overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness. She thought maybe this person, influenced by Max, did care about her in some way. If only she wasn't waiting for Max to return.