67. Forever

Maxim Vasiliev

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Throughout the car ride home, Brielle could barely keep her eyes off me. She was so obvious that I was certain Marina in the back seat noticed her gawking at me.

I couldn’t even blame her. If I wasn’t driving, my eyes would have been stuck on her as well. I was very close to stopping the car and fucking her in the backseat but I had to consider the fact that we weren’t alone.

Just to torture her a bit, I drove slowly and I could tell she wanted to complain but couldn’t.

I still felt like punishing her because she made me leave my meeting halfway just so I could come to get her. I knew the rage I felt in my veins when she texted that she was going out to fuck other men. I wanted to break the table in front of me. Hell, I wanted to kill a man.

I had to withhold myself from doing anything stupid because that was exactly what she wanted from me. She knew how to get under my skin and knew how to get what she wanted from me. It wasn’t an easy feat, considering who I was.