Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

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Chapter 75

As soon as Megan managed to formulate a response, she found herself abruptly drawn into Sullivan’s lap.

When she sat down, a muffled groan escaped from Sullivan, probably from pulling a ligament near his wound.

“I should get off,” Megan whispered gently.

But her slender waist was encircled by his firm grip, their bodies close enough for his distinctively masculine scent to wrap around her like a silk scarf, its enticing warmth hovering just out of reach.

He gazed down at her with an intensity that seemed to penetrate through to her soul.

Dressed in the loose hospital gown and perched atop his lap, her delicate, pale legs contrasted sharply against the dark fabric of his slacks, creating an air of forbidden intimacy, as if they were secret lovers lost in a clandestine moment.

His voice, now even huskiet commanded, “Just sit on my lap and apply the ointment.”

Without further protest, Megan took the first–aid kit he handed to her and silently began to tend to his injuries.

The light in the room was soft and warm.

Sullivan observed her every

she willingly sat on his lap told him all he needed to know about her decision… to sacrifice herself for the greater good of her noble

he felt a twinge

Sullivan felt this way, he had a tendency to take it out on Megan. His hand slipped under the loose fabric of her gown, movements

applying the ointment. With a tremble of her hand, she found herself

pushed the first–aid kit aside, his hands now tormenting her with a mix of tendemess and intensity. The chiseled features of his face, highlighted under the

straddle his lap, subject to his relentless

was compliant, never resisting

compliance was solely for the

face against hers, his low, tremulous voice exuding a sense of melancholy indulgence, “Being so obedient, does it mean you’ve made your choice, ready to return as Mrs. Lowry?”

silent for a long

need to guess her thoughts; he grasped

both tormented by an unsatisfied

and forth, leaving Megan feeling utterly violated. Her delicate form began to writhe atop him, “No!

there was no choice in

terrifying. He held her close, their faces pressed together, foreheads and

cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening

pleasure in tormenting her body, as if her breakdown and

Megan would have cried. The huchiliation was too