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.

foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though

from their encounter.

a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty seemed to know

like a dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a

hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears, she finally

man

all you’ve got?”

with just a few words he could make one long to

apartment was filled

Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced,

worry, I’ll definitely put in a good word

much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever

touch with Emily from the Hatfield family. I want you two

respect, and he had to do the same

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