Brielle Clarke ~•~Maxim did not fail to keep his promise. When we got home that night, he fucked me again with Matt’s blood on his shirt. For some sick reason, I found it hot.He even went rougher than before, choking and biting me everywhere that I didn’t know when I passed out.When I woke up, I was in Maxim’s bed, naked but thoroughly cleaned. Being alone on the bed, I looked to the side to see that it was almost three in the afternoon. Damn, just how much did Maxim tire me out?The first time I was in his room, I had been too occupied with arguing, and last night, I had been too occupied with having sex with him.Now, as I took my time to properly look around, I was not surprised to see that all his walls were painted black. The couch opposite the bed was also black, so as was the furniture in the room.I shook my head and tried to sit up, wincing when I felt a sharp pain between my legs. Fuck.I stood up anyway. Dashing into Maxim’s bathroom, I took a very long shower, not sto

Maxim Vasiliev~•~I did not care if Brielle thought I was an asshole because I was and there was no denying it and I also wanted her to face the harsh truth. “You do not hate me. You just want to own me.” I pointed out. “You’re just as possessive as I am.”She gritted her teeth, looking at me with a sneer. I had to give it to her though. She was brave for walking into my office to cuss at me without fear of the consequences. As she stared at me now, I could tell she did not care. I liked the newly found fire ignited in her. It was hot.I liked it when she was stubborn. It made me want to fuck her into submission.“When my father brought you here, do you remember what he said?”I was certain she remembered but she just stared at me blankly. “He said I could marry you or use you as my personal bitch. Guess what option I went with.”Her eyes watered as if she just came to a realization, but she refused to let the tears fall, no. She wanted to be strong. I was happy to be a part of her

Maxim Vasiliev~•~Brielle had been actively avoiding me again, rightfully so. Any woman with the least bit of decency would avoid me too.Being a mafia boss, I had no time to tend to women’s feelings, especially when there was a family out there trying to get rid of mine.After I caught the men that tried to ambush us after the ball, they had been pretty quiet, not making any more moves against my life.But I knew it wouldn’t be long before they strike again. They were also pretty good at hiding and it was a good thing for them because if I were to find out their location, I’d wipe out every last one of them.While my father handed over this mafia to me, I took it to where it currently was. We were the most feared American-Russian mafia. Hell, we were the most feared mafia in America and a stupid Russian thought the best way to display their show of power was to come after me.They had drawn a battle line that I was sure to cross.Asides that, I also had businesses to run. I had a ch

Brielle Clarke ~•~I had a lot of decisions to make so I was not surprised when I didn’t have a wink of sleep last night. While I thought about the situation of my family, most of my thoughts revolved around the man that had sworn to keep me as his.I had a hard time deciding what to do about him. It was not like I could just shut down my feelings or my attraction to him. Hell, I could not stop myself from getting wet at the sight of him.I wanted him to touch me so desperately that I even found myself pathetic. I could not fathom how my mind worked. I hated him but I wanted him. And I wanted to have him.Living with my family, I was not allowed to leave the house until I was twenty. I never got to have the kind of fun my siblings did. I never got to do what I wanted. It was always what my father or my mother or my siblings wanted. It was never about me.Now, I was free from their shackles and I was able to do what I wanted. It sounded shallow but at the moment, what I wanted was Ma

Maxim Vasiliev ~•~Brielle became even more scarce, but not because she was avoiding me or anything.She was always holed up inside that little library I’d made for her. If she was not in the library, she was in the gym, training. For some reason, she suddenly decided she wanted to learn how to fight and she asked Mikhail to teach her.It irked me that she didn’t come to me for that but Mikhail was a very skilled fighter and I didn’t have the time to attend to her like that. It worked for us. I trusted my best friend not to try anything with her. It was her I didn’t trust. While we fucked, dare I say, regularly, she always tried to rile me up one way or the other. She was a submissive little thing during sex and after that, she was a spitfire. It was a newly developed trait. I didn’t mind it because it gave me excuses to punish her and I got to fuck that smart mouth of hers into submission. I stood outside the door to the in-house gym and stared at Brielle. She had gotten better a