Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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.

His suit jacket lay discarded at the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was a rumpled mess

from their encounter.

stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his

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

her actions so deeply it hurt, and after many sweet nothings and tears,

man

a chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a hint

dissipated instantly–this was Max, with just a few words he could make one long to live for him,

filled with sounds

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

worry, I’ll definitely put

Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew

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

had given him respect, and he had

her lips pursing in reluctance. “She doesn’t have any real status in the Dorsey family. What’s there to fear? Besides, you said yourself there

the Rowland family and Andrew backing her, what did she have

show. Spencer

a cigarette, his sharp gaze pinning her down. Sophia’s smugness vanished as if someone

Chapter 90

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