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.

bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone,

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

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

the man to a

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

few words he could make one long to live for

apartment was filled

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? Andrew had said he wouldn’t

walked out behind Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you with my

Andrew cared for

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

he had to do the same for

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