Toxic Obsession: Massimo Maxence (Emperor Series, #2) ✔️

Chapter 15 | Mature

Chapter 15 | Mature

BRIELLE TOOK a swallow. She tries to breathe but is unable to do so because of the protruding object that is threatening to suffocate her mouth. She is shaky and unable to control the tears that are flowing freely. Nothing is scarier than the man's firm grip on her hair as her panic level rises. When she looked up, all she saw and encountered were the devil's eyes, which were hidden behind a fine man wearing an opening robe and vintage pajamas.

What is wrong with him? Why is he behaving in this manner?

His crimson eyes seemed to shimmer beneath the crafted lamp that was hung on the wall and shone brightly. Like her, he was also having trouble breathing. While he was quivering in rage and anxiety, she was trembling in terror. As he tightened his hold on her, his eyes got narrower. Upon viewing Brielle's tear-stained face, the Emperor's bulge hardened and grew larger.

"Fuck, suck," his jaw clenched. "Would you do it?"

Brielle shook her head as she sobbed, "Please stop this."
 
Emperor Massimo rolled his eyes in frustration and let her go, "All right then. Good bye."
 
Brielle's fear grew once again when he began walking towards the place where Lord Araullo was gone. Her heart hammered as she quaked beneath him. She immediately grabbed his feet to stop him.

"No! No!" she cried.

The Emperor's crimson eyes glared daggers at her and said, "Don't."

Brielle's only thought was to comply in order for him to stop. The only way to stop him is if he acts on his desires. She is forced to act regardless of whether it is in her best interests to do so in order to stop bloodshed. She therefore gently grasped the Emperor's bulge with her icy, quivering hands with all the fortitude she still had.

The Emperor was taken aback, "Don't grab my fucking cock— argh! Stop!"

However, Brielle was obstinate. To hide them from everyone and buy some time, she attempted to force him inside a room. She made an amateur attempt to lick his bulge while her hands trembled and her pulse pounded frantically.

Massimo the Emperor swore aloud, "What are you doing? I told you to stop!"

At his feet, Brielle halted and sobbed, "D-don't go hurting anyone please."

Gnashing his teeth, he exclaimed, "What the hell, and what gives you the authority to command me?"

"Please settle down," Brielle pleaded as she softly petted his bulge and raised her tear-filled eyes to his.

The Emperor froze as he saw her pleading kitten face below him. He can never help but chuckle at her tear-streaked pathetic face. And she pulls his sanity and rage away from him beneath him, down in front of his crotch.

"I'm calm, okay? Look, I'm peaceful," he said, his jaw clenching.

More pitifully, Brielle said, "T-the sword..."

With a raised eyebrow, the Emperor asked, "And what's the blade doing to you?"

"Your majesty, you're frightening me," she said.

"Then that's excellent, I thought you don't fear me anymore because you keep breaking my words," he grinned devilishly as his crimson eyes gleamed.