BRIELLE'S POV
"No, no, no…" Brielle whispered to herself as she shook fiercely on the bed.
She was huddled, her blanket wrapped around her, and she wasn't even chilly, yet she was shaking terribly.
She hadn't been able to get Madeline's mocking words out of her thoughts since she went to her room, and every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she was instantly reminded that Darius would most likely be sleeping with Madeline and the other submissives.
She was in pain when he fucked them, and her stomach hurt so much that she had to grasp her waist as if she were fighting for her life.
Darius hadn't yet rejected her, so whenever he slept with another woman, she felt terrible, and it hurt.
The discomfort, however, paled in comparison to how she was feeling emotionally. Her entire world had collapsed, and she couldn't keep it together.
Brielle let out a quiet moan as another sharp agony raced through her abdomen, and she began to sob again.