Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 88

Sullivan’s desire was palpable, his aura seductive and raw

Megan continued to caress his chiseled face.

After a moment, Sullivan captured her delicate fingers, halting their dance across his skin.

He pinned her slender wrist firmly to the pristine pillow, mady to claim her, when the sight of faint pink scars on Megan’s fair wrist caught his eye.

Those were the marks left from when she had cut herself the last time he forced himself upon her.

Sullivan’s eyes tightened slightly.

Then he pressed close to her, his touch no longer harsh, but tender, as he planted soft kisses along the scars, his voice hoarse, “Does it still hurt?”

Megan tumed her face away, unable to bear it.

That night in the hotel, Sullivan had been on her, treating her like a whore… She hadn’t let go or moved on.

She could endure Sullivan’s roughness, but his gentleness was something she couldn’t stand. It reminded her of a time when she had been like a beggar, pleading for his affection, begging for his pity.

Tears welled up in the comers of Megan’s eyes.

the overwhelming physical pleasure,

Sullivan’s handsome face, her lips meeting his, mimicking his

to Sullivan, her passion as intense as that of

neck,

whole body trembled.

on a bathrobe and leaned back on the sofa with a

dew was heavy, and even the

kit, and knelt beside him, gently applying ointment to his wounds. Perhaps finding the cigarette smoke too strong, she gently

a silk nightgown. Her demeanor was soft and

No man

dislikes. sex

he didn’t love Megan, he had shared a bed with her for

never before been so proactive and passionate.

this was good or bad. At the moment, his body was satisfied, but afterwards, he felt an inexplicable emptiness. Watching her delicate face, he thought, wasn’t this what he wanted

he still not content?

Bennett had

in their circles, yet

who had just returned to Borough City, had heard the news. She