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.

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

from their encounter.

known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When

like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should

it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears, she finally

man

a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a hint of post–passion, echoing

instantly–this was Max, with just a few words he could make one long to live for him, or die

was filled with sounds

police station, thanks to Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade secrets?

behind Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll

for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew would

on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family. I want you two to personally apologize to Brielle, and don’t you

he had to

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