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Chapter 101
Chapter 101
Sullivan’s words were always disarmingly tender, a siren’s call that could sway even the most resolute heart.
Despite Megan’s coldness towards him, she couldn’t help but be stirred by his gentle provocations.
But she remained lucid.
Sullivan moved closer and gently pressed her beneath him to give her a tender kiss, but Megan’s heart splintered. Her fingers traced the contours of his chiseled face as she whispered, “Sullivan, do you love me?”
Sullivan was a man who never spoke of love, nor had he truly loved anyone.
His silence was a tacit denial. That was a fact Megan had long known, but it still brought her a twinge of sorrow. She probed further, “Do you want to love me? Are you willing to give love in our marriage?”
Sullivan didn’t deceive her. Pressing against her soft lips, he took possession of her mouth and gently but firmly declared, “No.”
With a heavy heart, Megan closed her eyes. She accepted his kisses, felt the strength of his caress, yet she found room to continue their conversation on marriage and affection. Her voice was faltering and quivering with feminine cadence, “Sullivan, if you don’t love me, why should you require me to love you? You have so many women out there who are craving for your affection. It’s so easy to get their love, isn’t it?”
Sullivan watched her and saw how she caved to desire. He knew all too well that her surrender was born of physical need, and once emotions were cast aside, Megan would be satisfied if he wasn’t so
tough. She began to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy their physical union. She was using him as a tool.
This unsettled Sullivan, so he naturally yearned to torment her. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
He caressed her delicate cheek and scoffed softly, “Mrs. Lowry, I’m not feverish anymore. Can we engage. in some… vigorous activity?”
Megan’s eyes, which were clouded with confusion, flickered open.
She thought of Alena, of Cressida, and perhaps other women unknown to her.
Her flawless complexion turned pale, and she was haunted by images of Sullivan with other women when she gazed blankly at his handsome features.
Her desire faded, leaving only repulsion.
Megan pushed him away forcefully and fled to the bathroom, gripping the sink as she fought the urge to retch; she was so uncomfortable that even her forehead veins were throbbing, and that betrayed her intense physical distress.
After a while, she faced herself in the mirror.
So disheveled, so broken…
Once more, she felt Sullivan
cruelty. He couldn’t have what he wanted, so he refused even a veneer of peace. He was determined to break her until she begged for his forgiveness and his love just like before.
Footsteps approached the bathroom door.
10:34
It was Sullivan!
Their eyes met in the mirror reflection.
Sullivan lit a cigarette right in front of her, his eyes on her as he said mockingly, “I thought you didn’t care Seems that you can also be disgusted by a cheating husband after all, I thought you were heartless and beyond caring.”
Megan’s lips quivered with sarcasm, “It seems even you find yourself repulsive, Sullivant
He offered no explanation. He snuffed out the cigarette, stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. He lifted her onto the sink and began lazily peeling away all her clothes to scrutinize kis wife’s fine figure.
When they were truly joined, Megan felt nothing.
That was exactly what Sullivan wanted. He wouldn’t allow her pleasure.
As he took her, he humiliated her, “Regardless of how filthy I am, you still submit to me, don’t you? Mrs. Lowry, you should see how pathetic you look right now!”
Megan’s eyes were half–closed, her cheeks stained with tears. She and Sullivan seemed to have returned to the past, to his torment and humiliation, but the difference was she no longer loved him.
Without love, the pain was far more bearable.
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