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Chapter 75
As soon as Megan managed to formulate a response, she found herself abruptly drawn into Sullivan’s lap.
When she sat down, a muffled groan escaped from Sullivan, probably from pulling a ligament near his wound.
“I should get off,” Megan whispered gently.
But her slender waist was encircled by his firm grip, their bodies close enough for his distinctively masculine scent to wrap around her like a silk scarf, its enticing warmth hovering just out of reach.
He gazed down at her with an intensity that seemed to penetrate through to her soul.
Dressed in the loose hospital gown and perched atop his lap, her delicate, pale legs contrasted sharply against the dark fabric of his slacks, creating an air of forbidden intimacy, as if they were secret lovers lost in a clandestine moment.
His voice, now even huskiet commanded, “Just sit on my lap and apply the ointment.”
Without further protest, Megan took the first–aid kit he handed to her and silently began to tend to his injuries.
The light in the room was soft and warm.
From his elevated position, Sullivan observed her every expression.
The fact that she willingly sat on his lap told him all he needed to know about her decision… to sacrifice herself for the greater good of her noble brother.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of jealousy.
Whenever Sullivan felt this way, he had a tendency to take it out on Megan. His hand slipped under the loose fabric of her gown, movements rough and impatient.
Megan was still applying the ointment. With a tremble of her hand, she found herself tumbling into his embrace.
Sullivan pushed the first–aid kit aside, his hands now tormenting her with a mix of tendemess and intensity. The chiseled features of his face, highlighted under the lamp, were touched by a hint of camal desire, utterly captivating.
Since he wasn’t in a position to go further, he made her straddle his lap, subject to his relentless teasing until Megan bit into his shoulder in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Throughout it all, she was compliant, never resisting him…
Sullivan knew all too well that she wasn’t moved by passion; her compliance was solely for the sake of her dear brother, allowing Sullivan to play with her as he wished.
He pressed his face against hers, his low, tremulous voice exuding a sense of melancholy indulgence, “Being so obedient, does it mean you’ve made your choice, ready to return as Mrs. Lowry?”
Megan remained silent for a long time.
Sullivan didn’t need to guess her thoughts; he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Their eyes locked, both tormented by an unsatisfied longing.
Under her gaze, he manipulated her body back and forth, leaving Megan feeling utterly violated. Her delicate form began to writhe atop him, “No! Sullivan, I dont want this…
But there was no choice in the matter.
Sullivan’s dominance was terrifying. He held her close, their faces pressed together, foreheads and noses touching
Megan’s cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening with moisture.
Sullivan always took pleasure in tormenting her body, as if her breakdown and loss of composure gave him satisfaction.
In the past, Megan would have cried. The huchiliation was too much!
But this time she didn’t cry. After recovering from the initial shock, she rested against his shoulder, breathing lightly as she asked, “Sullivan, can you let me go now?”
ཨོཾ ཇ ཝཿག རༀ *
He traced her reddened lips with a finger. After a moment, he scoffed, “What, now that you’ve had your fun, you’re not going to acknowledge it? Just a moment ago, your body was far more honest than your mouth. A simple touch, and you were in ecstasy!” Megan felt indignant. She tried to pull away from his probing fingers, but in the next instant, Sullivan gripped her chin. Let’s talk business, Mrs. Lowry! Since you’re planning to come back, I have two conditions.”
He locked eyes with her his voice steady. “You’re not to visit Regal Bolt, nor are you to meet with Begonia alone.
Finally, he voiced his darkest thoughts. He didn’t love her, but he wouldn’t allow any other man to touch her, so he kept her trapped by his
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Megan felt a profound sadness! Although she agreed to go back with him, it didn’t mean she was willing to be his caged canary again. She had tasted freedom once, seen the vast expanse of the sky and realized the world outside wasn’t as terrifying as she’d thought.
Megan didn’t argue back. Not only did she refrain from confrontation, but she also leaned into his shoulder, her voice soft and yielding. “Sullivan, don’t think about locking me away. I want to work, to do my own things, even if not at Regal Bolt. Also, I’m not ready for children yet!”
