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.

known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When

colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should rightly fear

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

the man

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

a few words he could

filled with sounds of

thanks to Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called

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

Andrew cared for

on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily

and he had to do the

face stiffened, 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 was no trade secret issue. I should be the one to sue her

her, what did she have to fear

Spencer’s relationship is just for show. Spencer doesn’t even want to

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

Chapter 90

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