Master of his heart

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.

foot of the bed, but his

from their encounter.

stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty

The Priest, he was like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should rightly fear and revere, yet irresistibly

deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings

man

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

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

was filled with sounds of

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

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

cared for Tessa–whatever

touch with Emily

had given him respect, and he had to do the same