Chapter 30


    Chapter 30


    Megan’s mind snapped into focus, her resistance ring up. How could she just give in?


    She nted her hands on his chest, shaking her head from side to side, dodging his kisses, her voice a


    sultry blend of womenly maturity. “Sullivan, we can’t keep doing this.”


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    But Sullivan was past the point of restmint. He imed her lips, his tone bold and unapologetic. “Why


    not? Mrs. Lowry, we’re stillwfully wed.”


    Megan was caught in his embrace


    He had been frustrated all ofst night, and now he had no intention of letting her slip away..


    Her silk nightgown was hiked up, his hands reveling in the softness of her skin. Sullivan drank in her


    warmth, his gaze intently fixed on her, watching as she melted into his touch.


    It’s amon vice in men: the more a woman pleads, the more a man wants to dominate


    Sullivan was no exception.


    Lifting her up against him, his eyes locked on hers, he taunted with ascivious whisper, “Your mouth


    says no, but your body tells the truth, Mrs. Lowry. You should see yourself… utterly slutty!”


    Megan’s temper red. When she spoke, her voice was a husky rebuke, “You’re no saint yourself!”


    Sullivan leaned in to kiss her again.


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    In the dim light, his handsome face was charged with desire. Sullivan, in his prime, with vigor and


    wealth to his name, had no shortage of young women pining for him. But none knew how he was


    behind closed doors.


    Always dominant!


    A semi–coerced affair was never pleasant, and Megan was unreceptive.


    Amid their struggle, a knock sounded at the door.


    The hesitation in the servant’s voice was evident, subdued, “Sir, your mother–inw called. She’s


    asking if Madam is here… What should I say?


    Inside the room, themotion ceased.


    Megan pushed Sullivan away, tidying her sweat–dampened hair, and called out, “Tell her Ill be right


    there.”


    The servant acknowledged. Footsteps receded into the distance.


    Megan quietly straightened her clothes and, after a moment, asked with a mix of embarrassment and


    annoyance, “Where are my clothes from yesterday?”


    “They’re gone. Things got pretty heatedst night, Sullivan replied nonchntly, reclining on the sofa.


    He didn’t bother to fix his half–undohe trousers as he reached for his cigarette pack and lighter, cing


    a cigarette between his fingers.


    His eyes stayed on Megan. After a pause, he sneered mockingly. “There are clothes in the wardrobe,


    aren’t there? Or is it that you no longer wish to be Mrs. Lowry so much that you can’t even bear to


    touch the clothes? Yet just now, beneath me, you seemed to quite enjoy it.”


    Megan had no patience for his vulgarity. She went to the walk–in closet, picked out the most


    nondescript outfit she could find, grabbed her phone, and made for the door


    But Sullivan rose to follow her “Il drive you!”


    Megan declined coldly, “We’re getting divorced. Why bother with such courtesies? Sullivan, let’s


    considerst night a mistake. It won’t happen again.”


    As she spoke, her wrist was caught in his firm grasp.


    Clearly, Sullivan wasn’t in a good mood. He said nothing, just pulled her down the stairs..


    In the hallway, the servants were busy, not daring to nce up, pretending to be absorbed in their


    chores.


    Megan was practically thrown into the car, and Sullivan followed, mming the door with a force that


    would have bothered her once. But now, she just leaned back in her seat, pondering whether he was


    frustrated or had been given a hard time by Cressida.


    The thought of that woman filled Medan with a sense of constriction.


    Her palm was enveloped by his, and Sullivan’s voice softly broke the silence, “What are you thinking


    about?”