Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1140

Irene wasn’t about to turn him down.

Kenzo scooped her up and carried her to the top floor, their lips locked in a heated kiss all the way up. When they finally reached the room, Colton was laid out on the bed in the center, completely drained of strength, eyes wide open, helplessly watching them.

They moved to the window, still wrapped up in each other. Irene perched herself on the sill and casually slid off the throwing knife she always wore around her wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp, clear clink. She didn't bother hiding this from Kenzo—it was like she was openly admitting that, for a moment back there, she'd considered killing him.

That knife was Irene's pride and joy, a weapon she never left behind. She’d had it custom-made by a top-notch blacksmith in Australia. It was so thin it could wrap around her wrist like a silver bracelet. She always wore a leather bracelet, but hidden inside was the deadly blade. She liked guns well enough, but this knife? This was her favorite.

Sitting by the window, her arms draped around Kenzo’s neck, she looked at him with a tone of admiration. “Kenzo, you’re the craziest man I’ve ever met.”

Kenzo’s gaze was cool and collected, unflustered even in the heat of the moment. “Is that so? You’re the craziest woman I’ve ever encountered.”

Colton lay on the bed, staring at them, his chest heaving, eyes nearly bursting with rage and helplessness. He saw Irene’s knife hit the floor and knew exactly what it meant. Only he and Irene understood the significance of that ever-present blade. She’d never let it leave her wrist in the company of another man before.

Struggling with all his might but weakened by drugs, Colton could only watch as they indulged in their desires right in front of him, grinding his teeth in silent fury.

Irene seemed to remember Colton's presence suddenly but didn’t stop. She cast a seductive glance at Kenzo. “Two crazies belong together, don’t we, Kenzo?”

Kenzo didn’t respond, just intensified his embrace.

This time was more fervent than ever, leaving even Irene breathless.

Afterward, Kenzo gently laid her on a nearby couch. “Get dressed. I need to check on the others.”

Irene laughed lightly, pulling him back, her hands cradling his face. “Your mix of aloofness and tenderness makes you seem so deeply affectionate. Yet, you’re the most heartless one, not even helping me dress afterward?”

Kenzo kissed her gently on the lips. “Dress yourself.”