Claiming Brielle
Deciding that it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, I move inside and creep toward the back hallway, where I can only assume Brielle’s room is, but when I reach it, I stop dead in my tracks as the sounds of moaning reach me.
“Whose are you?” A deep, gruff voice asks. “Tell me, little songbird.”
“Yours,” Brielle moans, causing my insides to churn.
“Then why did you go out with another man?” He pushes. “How is that proving that you are mine and mine alone?”
“I made a mistake!” She gasps as squelching sounds erupt. “I’m sorry.”
What the fuck was this? Some kink of hers? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to stick around to find out.
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