Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 19

Sullivan gripped her tightly, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her black silk dress

They had played the part of husband and wife for three years, and he knew exactly how to stir her passions, how to bring her comfort, and make her body soften under his touch

In the dimly lit, aging comdor, their bodies entwined.

They had both received elite education from a young nge–Megan was the quintessential lady of breeding, while Sullivan’s fastidiousness about his surroundings bordered on obsessive

But in that moment, none of that mattered to him. He wanted to see her break down, to hear her cry out in his arms, to listen to her voice–hoarse and tender–call out his name without any conscious thought….

Megan was on the verge of collapse under his commanding touch.

“No! I… I didn’t!”

“Sullivan, let me go! Stop doing this!”

was a raspy whisper, quivering, only serving to ignite his desire for dominance

feeble attempt she made to struggle was firmly quashed by Sullivan, followed by even more rough and humiliating treatment. He even leaned in close to her ear and murmured with malice.

body well, and his skill was unmatched.

enough, Megan was melting

to her sweaty forehead, his voice devoid of warmth, “That’s it

more pale and fragile against the backdrop of his dark shirt.

afterglow faded, her mind sharpened. She was certain there was

at that moment, just dealing with Sullivan’s fury was enough

She remained silent

high society, always picky, and couldn’t stay in the decrepit corridor forever After venting his frustration, he carried Megan

place amid the surrounding decay. Sullivan turned on the car’s air conditioning and tossed a few tissues to Megan,

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told, he was hardly in

for him. Just watching her in that wanton state was

had restrained himself!