Chapter 36


    Chapter 36


    His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Megan, arent you magnanimous now!”


    After his bitingment, he shrugged her off and headed for a cold shower


    Ten minutester, Sullivan emerged from the bathroom, drying his thick hair with a towel. He noticed


    Megan had made a makeshift bed on the couch, clearly nning to tough it out for the night.


    It irked him.


    The anger he had managed to suppress was bubbling up again. Without thinking, he scooped Megan


    into his arms, tossed her onto the plush king–size bed, andy down on top of her his body pressing


    hers into the mattress.


    Megan’s face was buried in the pillow


    Sullivan didn’t want to touch her not really. Anger was still stewing in his heart. Just as he was about to


    let her go, Megan’s phone chimed. A new message.


    Sullivan frowned slightly, “Who’s texting you thiste at night?”


    Pinned down, Megan snapped back, “None of your business!”


    Sullivan let out a coldugh. With one hand pinning her slender shoulder, he leaned over to the


    nightstand, grabbed her phone, and used her fingerprint to unlock it


    Megan felt humiliated. “Sullivan, you have no right to do that?


    He ignored her plea. Staring at the message, his expression turned dark and stormy.


    It was from Begonia, no text, just a photo of a cityscape at night.


    The message seemed innocent enough. But they were all adults here, and the subtext was clear – only


    a man smitten with a woman would feel the urge to share such moments in the dead of night.


    Sullivan’s gaze lingered


    Then, he looked down at the woman beneath him. Her fair face was buried in the pillow, her delicate


    nose flushed red, and even her crying trembled with a woman’s allure; no wonder she was on the


    minds of so many men.


    Sullivan tossed the phone aside. He lowered his voice to a whisper as soft as a lover’s. “Sending you


    messages thiste! Tell me… how far have you gone with him, hmm?”


    As he spoke, he grabbed her, rough and unrestrained. He was intent on causing her pain.


    Megany on the pillow, trying unsessfully to break free, allowing him to toy with her. But she


    stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to plead with him, only letting out a thin, sharp cry when he went too far.


    Her forehead was dotted with sweat. She was a mess, enduring his punishment.


    This was the real Sullivan, this was their true marriage… His previous tendemess had been nothing but


    a facade; what he truly enjoyed was tormenting her in bed.


    She kept s


    silent, and Sullivan’s rage b


    burned even hotter.


    He flipped Megan over, leaning over her, and tormented her by every means, yet withheld release.


    His voice was deep, tinged with frustration, “Tell me, how far did you go? Have you kissed? Has he


    touched you? If you won’t speak, 1 have ways to make you!”


    Finally, Megan couldn’t bear it any longer and began to cry beneath him. “No! No! Sullivan… I haven’t!”


    Sullivan stopped his torments. He gazed down at the woman in his arms, her delicate face flushed with


    a slight red, her eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly wretched because of him.


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    He couldn’t help but lick the tears from theer of her eyes.


    Megan flinched, thinking he was going to hurt her again. Her gaze


    e was vacant, her lips parted, her voice a hoarse whisper, “Never! There’s never been anything


    between us


    Sullivan cradled her cheek and kissed her. His fingers, well–defined, tangled in her hair as he kissed


    her deeply


    Megan didn’t struggle. She blinked softly as if still in a daze. She seemed so docile, and Sullivan kept


    kissing her, his hand moving untie her robe, preparing to make love to her..