34. Just as possesive

Maxim Vasiliev

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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