Master of his heart

Chapter 90

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 it was a rumpled

from their encounter.

known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty seemed to know no

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

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

the man to

all you’ve got?”

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

was filled with sounds

the police 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

relief. “Andrew, don’t worry,

for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted,

female squabbles, but he still had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield

had given him respect, and he had to

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