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

mimicking his usual style, boldly kissing him from

Sullivan, her passion as intense as that of a

back of her neck, his eyes

whole body trembled.

on a bathrobe and leaned back on the

was deep, the dew was heavy, and

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

in a silk nightgown. Her demeanor was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to her earlier wildness

No man

dislikes. sex

he had shared a bed with her for three years, and their sexual enjoyment

never before been so proactive

his body was satisfied, but afterwards, he felt an inexplicable emptiness. Watching her delicate face, he thought, wasn’t this what he

he still

Bennett had caused

in their circles, yet the gossip still spread, saying Bennett had fallen for his childhood friend’s wife.

had heard the news. She asked