Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 563 You Started It, Deirdre!

The door opened, and Brendan stepped inside.

His feet shuffled to an abrupt stop, prompting Deirdre to ask, "What?"

He turned away. "Nothing."

The couple-friendly hotel certainly had a... design. The lighting was suggestively soft. There was a distinct scent in the air. The ambiance was obvious to any normal adult. As a courtesy of the hotel, clothes of a particular kind were provided on the bed.

Brendan could not imagine how Deirdre would look if she put these on...

Deirdre stepped inside after him. A thought leaped into her mind. "How many beds are there?"

It was bad enough to be stuck in a room with him. Did she have to suffer the pain of being in the same bed just as well!?

get worse, they would often do. Brendan's

compulsion to remind him, 'You

as he desperately tried to eject every lustful thought bubbling in his mind

you’re not doing this. You

to say it aloud. It was Brendan who pressed on. "Won’t what? Share a bed with

a word edgewise. "We're legally husband and wife until our divorce is finalized. I can share a bed with you, which wouldn't be

heat emanating from him. Terror bleached her face white—she turned on her heels and started toward the

grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her back inside.

bed. She hardly had the chance to breathe when Brendan suddenly pressed himself against her. His weight somehow doubled from the oppressive totality

Have you already forgotten how you acted when you

pupils constricted.

wh*re doing her

child. But now? Having sex with me is suddenly a grave sin now? Because of that other *sshole,

all of her past shame. Every single mention felt like a slap across her cheek. Her face was

you a child?" she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. "That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I've been punished for it for so many years! Isn't it enough? Aren't I allowed to regret it