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.

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

from their encounter.

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

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

actions so deeply it hurt, and after

man to a

you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a hint of post–passion, echoing close to her

with just a few words he could make one long to live for him, or die for

filled with sounds

As for the thug who started the fight, he was

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

much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew

to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family. I want you

given him respect, and he had

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