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.

bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was a rumpled

from their encounter.

was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty

entangling siren, a

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

man to a

got?” His voice was raspy with

anger in her heart dissipated instantly–this was Max, with just a few words he could make one

apartment was filled with sounds

quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and

with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll

cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew

but he still had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch

respect, and he had to do the same for

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