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.

known how he 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 and revere, yet irresistibly

hurt, and after many

the man

the tears from her cheeks with a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice

few words he could make one long to live for him, or

apartment was filled with sounds of

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? Andrew had said he wouldn’t pursue it,

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

knew how much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted,

had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield

had given him respect, and he

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