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.

jacket lay discarded at the foot of the bed,

from their encounter.

bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty seemed to know no

poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being

so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears, she finally managed

man

chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a hint

just a few words he could make one long

apartment 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,

face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll definitely put in a good

how much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew

his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from

had given him respect, and he had to

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