Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1114

Down in the car, King had Brielle locked in his arms, kissing her until she was breathless.

Brielle tried to push him away, but it was no use. Soon, she felt his teeth gently grazing her neck, leaving a passionate mark.

"My star student, Little Canary, you make me so happy."

His eyes sparkled, like a fire had been lit inside him, as if he was a kid who finally got his most coveted toy. His gaze was so straightforward, Brielle knew exactly what 'toy' he meant. Oddly enough, she felt a pang of guilt.

Understanding his mind, she realized his thoughts were simpler than most.

What he liked, he'd do anything to keep.

What he disliked, he'd do everything to eliminate.

One sentence could light up his eyes; another could bring a rainstorm to his heart.

How could someone be like this?

At that moment, Brielle hesitated, but it hurt her too. Every minute of doubt felt like a betrayal to Max.

Being with King, she even felt like she was seeing another side of Max.

But this man wasn't Max, and she couldn't get over that.

In her mind, King's affection came from Max's influence; it wasn't really King who liked her, but Max's feelings channeled through him.

Yet, she couldn't say no to that face.

King's kisses came down again, and the partition in the front had been lowered.

When Brielle finally realized it, she was stunned to replace herself in the car, doing such reckless things with him.

"Don't worry, no one can see through these windows," he whispered.

He was struggling to hold back, letting her be on top while he held her waist tightly.

Brielle had expected pain, her past experiences casting a shadow.

But this time, she felt something different.

There was no pain, just a weight in her heart. She couldn't tell if her consent was because his face

looked like Max's or because of his

joyful words-"My star student, Little

Canary, you make me so happy."

A ruthless man, yet so open in front of her, as if even with a sword that could pierce his heart, he stayed unguarded.

That sword, it seemed, couldn't strike anymore.

"Little Canary, I like you so much, move for me."

He looked up at her, his eyes bursting with fireworks.

Brielle had seen a similar look in Max's eyes, only Max was more restrained, hiding everything deep, needing to be dug out. With King, his affection overflowed; she didn't have to ask.

So be it.

Consider it his compensation.

She must be crazy, with a driver up front and the car soon to stop at the school yet at that moment, she didn't want to think about anything else.

Time slipped by, who knows how long.

When Brielle, blushing, finally rested don his shoulder, exhaust y felt the difference between

her head

she

him

and Max.

With Max, there was only a slight change in his expression, a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

But King wanted to spell out every second of the experience.

"Little Canary, that felt amazing."

"Little Canary, hmm, you're really something."

Words that made her heart race, and for a moment, Brielle even wanted to cover his mouth.

Don't use Max's chaste face to say such things.

But even if she did, his eyes would still say the same.

When it was over, she was too tired to move a finger. He quickly dressed them both, a satisfied smile on his face.

Outside, it was already evening. The driver was nowhere to be seen, and the school was just ahead.