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

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~•~“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~•~“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 ~•~It was just my luck that all of the clubs we walked into, we had to walk into one that was owned by the devil himself. It was no wonder now why they let us in. Maybe, they recognized the men behind us. It was also why they gave us free drinks. Why did I not think of this earlier?Well, I had much bigger problems at hand because currently, Maxim and I were in some kind of basement and the man that had been dancing with me was hanging from the ceiling.“You remember what I told you, right? Touch a man and his blood will be on your head?”“I didn’t think you were serious.” I cried out. “Why would you kill a man for for–““For touching what’s mine? The answer is in the question already. And I don’t joke around.”“I swear, I didn’t know she was taken. I thought she was looking for a good time.” The man, Matt, begged before suddenly screaming out in pain. Maxim had thrown a knife at his arm and it stuck there. “Your definition of a good time was drugging her?”I felt my