BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle smiled broadly, as she often did when she left Lord Darius's room every morning.

The recollections of the night before assailed her senses, and she clenched her thighs.

She couldn't stop thinking about her prolific sexual experiences as she passed maids and guards, greeting them goofily, and she wondered whether any of the servants could read her mind. She was perplexed since some of them were giving her odd stares.

Brielle's smile evaporated halfway down the ...