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.

overwhelming physical pleasure, made her feel exposed.

handsome face, her lips meeting his, mimicking

passion as intense as that of a woman accustomed to indulgence.

her neck, his eyes fixated

body trembled.

and leaned back on the sofa with a

dew was heavy, and even

applying ointment to his wounds. Perhaps finding the cigarette smoke too strong, she gently removed the cigarette from his lips.

He watched his wife dressed in a silk nightgown. Her demeanor was soft and

No man

dislikes. sex

had shared a bed with her for three years, and their sexual enjoyment had only intensified.

been so proactive

his body was satisfied, but afterwards, he felt an inexplicable emptiness. Watching her delicate

he still not content?

with Bennett had

used their influence to hush up the incident in their circles, yet the gossip still spread,

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