Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 30

Megan’s mind snapped into focus, her resistance flaring up. How could she just give in?

She planted her hands on his chest, shaking her head from side to side, dodging his kisses, her voice a sultry blend of womenly maturity. “Sullivan, we can’t keep doing this.”

But Sullivan was past the point of restmint. He claimed her lips, his tone bold and unapologetic. “Why not? Mrs. Lowry, we’re still lawfully wed.”

Megan was caught in his embrace

He had been frustrated all of last night, and now he had no intention of letting her slip away..

Her silk nightgown was hiked up, his hands reveling in the softness of her skin. Sullivan drank in her warmth, his gaze intently fixed on her, watching as she melted into his touch.

It’s a common vice in men: the more a woman pleads, the more a man wants to dominate

Sullivan was no exception.

Lifting her up against him, his eyes locked on hers, he taunted with a lascivious whisper, “Your mouth says no, but your body tells the truth, Mrs. Lowry. You should see yourself… utterly slutty!”

spoke, her voice was a husky rebuke, “You’re no saint

leaned in to kiss

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wealth to his name, had no shortage of young women pining for him. But none knew how he

Always dominant!

was never pleasant, and Megan was unreceptive.

a knock sounded at the

subdued, “Sir, your mother–in–law called. She’s asking

the room, the

sweat–dampened hair, and called out, “Tell her Ill be right there.”

Footsteps receded into the distance.

after a moment, asked with a mix of embarrassment and

Sullivan replied nonchalantly, reclining on the sofa. He didn’t bother to fix his half–undohe trousers as

in the wardrobe, aren’t there? Or is it that you no longer wish to be Mrs. Lowry so much that you can’t even bear to touch the clothes? Yet

had no patience for his vulgarity. She went to the walk–in closet, picked out the most nondescript outfit she could find, grabbed her phone,