Brielle Clarke~•~We were attacked on the way home. According to Maxim, it was nothing serious because it didn’t escalate, but Maxim and I had never shared the same opinions.I was beginning to sober up, trying to remember the activities of the past few hours when I heard a loud bang. Apparently, a rival family was shooting at the car behind us which was filled with Maxim’s men.I screamed in fear, not knowing what to do. However, Maxim, seemingly having much experience, instructed me to duck. He told Andrei to move to the other lane and suddenly stop the car.I looked at him like he was crazy but I couldn’t talk. I was shaking as I kept my head down. Andrei, not doubting his boss, did as ordered, and with two clean shots, Maxim deflated their tires, sending them into a pole.He called to make sure the guys were okay. They were and they continued like nothing happened.It was a lot scary even if Maxim had seen it as nothing. My father had always protected me from the violence of the
Maxim Vasiliev~•~It had been two days since I last saw Brielle. It was obvious she was avoiding me intentionally. She was smart to do that because after our kiss the other day and having just the smallest taste of her, I had decided what I wanted to do with her.Brielle was shy and reserved but she had a fire in her that needed a little coaxing to come out. My father had good plans for her. She was fit to stand by my side. I did not care about love. I never did, but I was going to marry Brielle. That was only after I made her stronger; after I broke her out of the little shell she had been living in.Fuck, if she could hear the depraved thoughts I had of her, she would probably try to escape because while I wanted to get into a loveless marriage with her, I wanted to fuck her against every fucking surface in this mansion.I didn’t know why I was thinking about Brielle by this time. It was very late and I had just finished working.I only went to the kitchen to get myself a drink be
Brielle Clarke~•~I stood in my closet in front of the full-body mirror, staring at myself. There was also one out in my bedroom but I didn’t want to use that one Incas anyone barged in.The events of three nights ago were still replaying in my head. I would think it was a dream if the red spot on my neck was still visible.I touched it carefully, holding back a blush. It was the first time I had gotten a hickey. It was the first time a man ever marked me and it just had to be Maxim. I could still feel his mouth on my skin, hot and searing.The things he said that night were stuck in my head and I refused to believe them. He wanted to make me the woman he wanted. How did he plan to do that? Was he even serious or was he drunk? He had been drinking after all.The craziest part was that I had allowed him to do all those things to me. When he had ordered me to clean up my mess, I had obeyed. I liked it when he called me his dirty little whore. What was wrong with me?I could not stop st
Brielle Clarke~•~I didn’t know how to feel about what just happened. I wanted to do it but I couldn’t.Would he punish me for this? Was that why he instructed me to go wait in my room?I had been waiting for over four hours and I couldn’t stop thinking about the tone he used to tell me to wait for him. I didn’t dare leave my room. I didn’t want him to add to the list of reasons he was mad at me.It seemed like I jinxed it because suddenly, my door was pushed open and the man in question walked in. I should have locked it!I stood up as he approached me with a determined look. “Sorry, I took so long. I had a quick meeting.”My eyes trailed across his body. He had changed into a new suit and it seemed like he came here straight from the meeting as he was still wearing his tie, jacket, and formal shoes.I didn’t know what to reply, so I just took a step backward.Maxim chuckled as he stared at me. “Where are you running to?”“Away from you.” I couldn’t help but whisper.He nodded, the
Brielle Clarke~•~“How flexible are you?” He stopped to ask while I tried to catch my breath. My nose was probably red by now.I was buck naked and he was fully dressed, as if to show me who was in charge. “Quite well, I guess.” I breathed out, trying to ignore the pain in my ass. He had not been lenient with me.Maxim raised my legs above my shoulder. Using the belt, he tied the left one to the bed stand, and the right one was left hanging in the air.“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help but ask again. I was exposed to him, vulnerable as well. He could use me however he liked. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I would not be able to escape. “Please, Max.” I cried.“I told you not to call me Max.” His words were accompanied by a harsh slap on my pussy. I jumped at the impact. I tried to move but there was nowhere to go.“I hate you.” I spat out as I knew there was nothing else I could do. He said he was going to strip me of my innocence. He wasn’t asking me. He was telling m
Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim had been a welcomed distraction since the night of the ball.I had been so occupied with him that my brain never stopped to think about the things my supposed family had said to me that night.The woman I’d known all my life to be my mother confessed that she was not my mother and my father didn’t dispute it. So who was my mother?Were all my siblings my half-siblings? Was that why they hated me? Was that why they all came to the conclusion to sell me off?Did they ever consider me part of their family at all?Maxim.When I mentioned this to him, he was not surprised. Did he know that she was not my mother? Besides, he hated my father and there was something about keeping your enemies closer. Did he apply that to my father?Once again, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my neck. It was not just a teeth bite this time. There was a line around my neck from the belt. Was this man obsessed with marking me? I turned around to look at my ass and the faint r
Brielle Clarke~•~“That’s not the reason I called for you,” Maxim told me, clearing out his files. He picked me up effortlessly by the waist and placed me on the table in front of him.My eyes went straight to the wet patch on his pants. I couldn’t help my blush.He chuckled when he saw what I was looking at. “Are you embarrassed? Learn to get used to it, baby because you’ll be doing a lot worse than this.”I arched an eyebrow, my blush still present. “A lot worse?”“A conversation for another time.” He waved me off. “I got a call some minutes ago from Jordan.”Jordan. The woman I met at the ball. Basically, the only good thing that came out from going to the ball. But why did she call Maxim? And why was he telling me?“And she wanted to take you out tonight. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t approve, but her husband has been a huge help to me.”My eyes went wide. “I’m going out tonight?”I had never gone out to anywhere at night, except the last ball. I wonder where she was taking m
Brielle Clarke~•~Jordan convinced me to cover up my hickey. I’d been a bit hesitant because of Maxim’s orders, but she reassured me that we wouldn’t run into him as he had gone for a meeting.She helped me with my hair and makeup, which was a surprise considering the difference in our skin colors.She also helped me pick out my outfit because I was very indecisive. When Marina and I went shopping some months ago, we bought a lot of questionable dresses. I didn’t object because I was too shy to speak up.Jordan picked the location. There was a long queue at the club she took us to and before I could chicken out, Jordan placed her hand in mine and dragged me to the front of the queue.One looked at us and they allowed us in without asking for our ID.Jordan shrugged as we walked inside. “I was planning to bat my lashes and seduce them, but I guess that works too.”I frowned. Was it the men behind us? They weren’t very obvious but I guess they were used to it. I turned around but I co