26. First Orgasm

Brielle Clarke

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Maxim had been a welcomed distraction since the night of the ball.

I had been so occupied with him that my brain never stopped to think about the things my supposed family had said to me that night.

The woman I’d known all my life to be my mother confessed that she was not my mother and my father didn’t dispute it. So who was my mother?

Were all my siblings my half-siblings? Was that why they hated me? Was that why they all came to the conclusion to sell me off?

Did they ever consider me part of their family at all?

Maxim.

When I mentioned this to him, he was not surprised. Did he know that she was not my mother? Besides, he hated my father and there was something about keeping your enemies closer. Did he apply that to my father?

Once again, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my neck. It was not just a teeth bite this time. There was a line around my neck from the belt. Was this man obsessed with marking me?

I turned around to look at my ass and the faint r