All Novel Romance
Chapter 36
Chapter 36
His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Megan, arent you magnanimous now!”
After his biting comment, he shrugged her off and headed for a cold shower
Ten minutes later, Sullivan emerged from the bathroom, drying his thick hair with a towel. He noticed Megan had made a makeshift bed on the couch, clearly planning 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, and lay 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 this late at night?”
Pinned down, Megan snapped back, “None of your business!” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Sullivan let out a cold laugh. 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 this late! 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.
Megan lay on the pillow, trying unsuccessfully 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.
He couldn’t help but lick the tears from the comer 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..