NovelOnlineChapter 66 A cake-that’s all it took to light up her world! Sullivan's thoughts were interrupted by the echo of her words, “Sullivan, | don’t like you anymore.” Could it be that she had fallen for Begonia? His expression darkened, and a scoff escaped him.
Suddenly, Sullivan didn’t want to let Megan go! He ripped the document in his hands into two, turning it into a pile of useless scrap Megan was about to slice the cake.
Sullivan burst through the door, appearing in the hospital room.
She saw his pale face and instinctively tried to hide the cake. It was the only luxury she could enjoy under his watch, a cherished remnant of her childhood memories.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe knew who had sent it. She hadn't texted a thank you, nor made a call, she simply accepted the gesture.
Megan looked up at Sullivan, After a moment, Sullivan sat beside her, his gaze shifting from the cake to Megan's face, his voice unexpectedly tender, “Why didn’t you tellit was your birthday? The maid made you a birthday cupcake, and | ate it! How about we share this cake and celebrate a little?” “Sullivan!” Megan knew him well. She looked up, her lips trembling slightly.
Sullivan gave a faint smile. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing her lips, flirting with a hint of mischief before he whispered softly, “Begonia’s cake must taste good.” He asked again, “Do you like him?” Megan closed her eyes lightly. “No! Sullivan, | don’t!” Sullivan maintained his mild smile. He leaned in close to her ear, his voice a raspy whisper, “Just asking, no need to get so worked up! Mrs. Lowry, | trust you wouldn’t do anything to betray me, because I really wouldn't know who else to take my anger out on! | can’t bring myself to hurt you, and if | touched Begonia, you'd probably be upset!” Megan was on the brink of despair, “Sullivan, what do you want from me?” As she spoke, he lifted her onto the bed.
Megan tried to resist, but with a swift tug, he stripped off her hospital gown, skillfully restraining her injured arm to prevent her from hurting herself further.
Her body.pale against the dark sheets, was a sight he always savored.
Quickly, Sullivan loosened his belt and unzipped his trousers.
He wasn’t rough with her With calculated slowness, he teased and coaxed her tender body, knowing exactly how to stoke her passion, how to make her crave more All the while, he watched her face, as if trying to memorize every inch of her skin.
And he whispered into her ear those filthy words that shattered her composure, “You first cthree months after we got married. Despite my harshness, your body was so sensitive that the sheets were soaked and you couldn't sleep! Megan, do you realize how womanly you are in those moments? You should've seen yourself then, so wanton!” And he would never let anyone else see her like that! Especially not Begonia.
Megan flushed with shand discomfort. Tortured by desire, her face blushed with a woman's allure. She buried her face in the pillow to hide from Sullivan's gaze, but her muffled cries betrayed her as his ministrations grew deeper and more insistent “Stop it! Sullivan... please stop!” “Letgo! Don’t touchthere! But Sullivan was unmoved. He gazed down at the wornan beneath him, his eyes devoid of lust.
Megan, pillowed beneath himh, had been entered twice over. Her lovely face was deep crimson, breathing shallowly against the stark white pillow. Her body was slick with sweat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSullivan ignored his own needs, kissing away the beads of sweat on her forehead, he teased, “Feeling good, Mrs.
Lowry?” Megan's eyes remained shut, a hint of avoidance in her broken voice. “Sullivan, we shouldn’t be doing this” Sullivan chuckled, “Shouldnt-but we did.” His hand continued its motions, bringing her pleasure.
Megan couldn't break free. She was a mere mortal, vulnerable to physical sensation, almost resigned to her fate.
As he continued to provoke her Megan's delicate body responded in waves Sullivan watched her intently, then abruptly stopped.
To her bewilderment, he withdrew and while she lay there, lips parted, breathy and seductive, she asked, “Sullivan... what's wrong?” Before her eyes, he zipped up his trousers. He leaned in, stroking her face, his voice cold and low in her ear, “Mrs. Lowry, remember this feeling the craving without satisfaction. Savor it!” Megan felt a chill. All this time, it wasn’t passion between a man and a woman; it was Sullivan's punishment.
Because of that cake. Just because Begonia had sent her a coke...
Sullivan treated her as he had in the past, conquering her with his body, then watching her succumb to desire alone. In three years, he hadn't changed.
And neither had she.
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