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

from their encounter.

had always known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty seemed to know

Priest, he was like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a

it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears,

man to a

got?” His voice was

instantly–this was Max, with just a few words he could make one long

apartment was filled with

As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade secrets? Andrew had said

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

much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever

to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily

given him respect, and he

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