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!”

a raspy whisper, quivering, only serving to ignite

close to her ear and murmured with malice. “Do you know who he is? Haven’t you noticed his resemblance

body well, and his

Megan was melting

gazed at her, his eyes glued to her sweaty forehead, his voice devoid of

looking even more pale and fragile against the backdrop of

faded, her mind sharpened. She was certain there was bad blood between Sullivan and Begonia

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

She remained silent

sneer. After all, he was a scion of high society, always picky, and couldn’t stay in the decrepit corridor forever After venting his frustration, he carried Megan to the car parked

black Bentley was starkly out of place amid the surrounding decay. Sullivan turned on the car’s air conditioning and tossed a

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he was hardly in better

Megan had demanded a divorce, relief had been rare for him. Just watching her in that wanton state was enough to stir him, but Megan hadn’t taken any precautions, and there were no condoms in

restrained

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