Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1057

King gazed at her, his heart a storm of emotions. He knew the game she was playing, the tricks she had up her sleeve, and that this was a trap. Yet, he willingly stepped right into it.

"Good student? Little Canary?" he called out, gently cupping her face.

Brielle blinked, puzzled by his sudden use of nicknames.

But catching the look of fondness in his eyes, she quickly realized he was seeing someone else through her.

Too smart for her own good and a bit slow on the uptake with emotions, Brielle mistakenly thought King fancied someone who resembled her, maybe someone like Annie, or another. She figured he was looking at her but seeing someone else. To King, she was just a stand-in.

This realization somewhat lightened the emotional load on her shoulders.

If he saw her as a stand-in, she could do the same with him. Fair's fair.

"Okay."

She murmured her agreement, and then he pinned her to the bed. "Remember something?"

Brielle wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she knew better than to contradict him when he was in one of his moods.

"A bit," she replied.

A spark lit up in his eyes as he leaned down to her neck, chuckling softly. "Is that so."

Brielle stared at the dim ceiling, feeling a strange sense that he wasn't as fierce as she thought.

Pet him the right way, and he was quite easy to appease.

Like a large wolf nuzzling at her neck, a gesture Max had also done before.

Thinking back on her times with Max, she realized he had his mean streaks too.

Like how he enjoyed seeing her flustered, or ducking his gaze, vulnerable as a hedgehog exposing its soft belly, always eliciting his gentle laughter.

A shiver ran through Brielle, her gaze complicated as she watched the man at her neck.

They were different, yet not so different.

King's mean streak just ran deeper than Max's.

He was not Max.

Brielle pulled her gaze away, refusing to soften towards him. If she did, Max would never make a comeback.

King, who had plotted so much in Beaconsfield to keep the Lynch family from finding her, deserved to disappear for his selfish brutality.

A warm trail of kisses moved down her neck.

Brielle felt her toes curl as they were gently held and kissed, sending shivers down her spine.

She wanted to kick him away, but he caught her ankle.

It was too late for regrets now.

She closed her eyes, convincing herself it was Max's touch, their intimacy nothing new.

"I like you."

The words whispered in her ear were soon sealed with a firm kiss, stealing her breath away.

She braced herself for what was next, but then there was a knock at the door.

Her eyelashes fluttered; King, too, struggled, sweat dripping from his brow to her cheek.

A childish voice came from outside.

"Daddy, I'm hungry, Noir is too."

King's Adam's apple bobbed, his forehead veins nearly popping, his body taut as a poised wolf.

Brielle expected him to ignore the interruption, focused solely on his own pleasure.

But he stopped, pulling a blanket over her before lazily tying a robe around his waist.

Opening the door, he crouched to meet Isaac.

"Haven't had dinner?"

Isaac clung to a leopard's head, Noir looking quite cooperative.

Noticing his dad's flushed face and soft eyes, Isaac furrowed his small brow. "Hungry, daddy, didn't eat."

King massaged his brow, tempted to scold but softened at the sight of his son, barely reaching his knee, remembering the hefty price paid to save the boy.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Pasta."

Isaac glanced around the room, spotting the bulge on the bed.

"Daddy, a woman."

Brielle curled up under the blanket, the spacious bed offering no hiding place from the embarrassing intrusion akin to a couple caught by their child in a compromising position. That kind of

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