Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree’s hands gripped the steering wheel of Max’s cor, feeling the familiar leather beneath her palms. Upon returning from their brief jaunt, Brielle received a call from Max, who nonchalantly announced that the car was now here, insisting she should not bother purchasing one herself. Brielle accepted the gift from her boyfriend with open arms and a carefree smile

Aubree had driven straight from Pearl Estate, eager to make the most of the time she had. She glanced at Andrew’s hand resting on the window sill.

Aubree reached out covered his hand with her own, and playfully lifted his fingertips before bringing her lips close and biting down gently

A tingling sensation nished through his body, a mix of pain and pleasure.

Andrew’s eyes flashed red with a mix of anger and something more primal. In a moment void of reason, he flung open the car door, yanked her out, and camed her towards the villa behind them. “Slut!” he hissed, his grip firm as he strode towards the building

He seemed to have forgotten that the villa was meant to be his and Tessa’s love nest. It was Tessa who should’ve been entering those doors tonight.

Once inside the master bedroom, Aubree eyed the swathes of decor with raised eyebrows. Her fingers traced lightly across Andrew’s

chest.

“In the honeymoon suite?” she musedThis content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Without another word, Andrew pressed her into the sea of sheets, the stark contrast taking his breath away. In a frenzy, he tore at Aubree’s clothes, his kisses growing more fierce by the second.

Tessa’s scent lingered on his lips, her presence on his skin. Aubree felt a wave of revulsion, yet her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her breath teasing his car. “Can we turn on the TV? It might be fun,” she whispered suggestively.

Andrew was beyond the point of caring about her whims.

The bedroom door remained ajat and within the room, a hidden television was embedded into the wall – one of Andrew’s favorite features. Without a second thought, he grabbed the remote and turned it on. His hands ripped away the last of Aubree’s intimate apparel

Aubree struggled for breath under his fervent kisses, nearly suffocating. It was supposed to be Tessa in this bed on their wedding night, yet here was Aubree, willingly defiling herself beyond caring for her own purity.

Andrew’s eyes clouded over with an intoxicating mixture of desire and something darker. “You like this, don’t you? Are you watching that kind of stuff now?” he growled.

“It makes it more exciting doesn’t it?” Aubree repl

Aubree replied with a teasing smile, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Whore!” he cursed again, only to hear a voice from the video.

“Make it sound good. This one’s for your brother.”

“Did you fight back like this with Andrew?”

“Please, stop..

“Stop

what? Ha, you really are desperate.”

Andrew stiffened, slowly tuming his head to the screen. All the heat in his veins turned to ice.

The video showed Aubree’s struggles, tears, pleas, and then her resignation… And there on the bed, amidst the sheets, lay Aubree with a smile blossoming on her face.

Her legs still clung to Andrew’s waist, her eyes sultry. “Aren’t we continuing?” she purred

Andrew shook, his complexion pale, speechless from the shock. But Aubree was relentless, her hands pulling his face down to meet her lips. She was like a peach ripening to the point of decay in an oil painting, her colors a blend of beauty and rot.

She was indeed a peach gone bad.

Andrew remained silent, overwhelmed by the scene before him. His retinas were painted with the color of blood. His heart cracked, and his bones felt crushed to dust.