Chapter 90

Brielle shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks with increased fervor. In the hours that followed, it seemed he tortured her on purpose.

“Have you done this position with him?”

“Could he make you cry like this?”

“If we’re comparing, we should do it position by position. Did you do it in the bathroom too?”

Brielle felt like she was losing her mind, torn between humiliation and the primal stirrings within her body. She never should have taunted a man in bed.

“Uncle Max, I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks were slick with sweat as she pitifully clutched at his sleeve.

discarded at the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it

from their encounter.

in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest.

poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being

her actions so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and

the man

all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a

words he

was filled with sounds

Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade secrets? Andrew had said he wouldn’t pursue it, so naturally, the

worry, I’ll definitely put

much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa

was impatient with these female squabbles, but he still had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield

and he had

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