Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 563 You Started It, Deirdre!

The door opened, and Brendan stepped inside.

His feet shuffled to an abrupt stop, prompting Deirdre to ask, “What?”

He turned away. “Nothing.”

The couple-friendly hotel certainly had a… design. The lighting was suggestively soft.

There was a distinct scent in the air. The ambiance was obvious to any normal adult. As

a courtesy of the hotel, clothes of a particular kind were provided on the bed.

Brendan could not imagine how Deirdre would look if she put these on…

Deirdre stepped inside after him. A thought leaped into her mind. “How many beds are

there?”

It was bad enough to be stuck in a room with him. Did she have to suffer the pain of

being in the same bed just as well!?

When things could get worse, they would often do. Brendan’s answer was proof of that.

“One.”

Deirdre gripped the garment around her chest as it tightened. She felt the compulsion to

remind him, ‘You made a promise. You should stick to it like a real man.”

Brendan was already feeling the first wave of desire taking hold of him. His throat felt

every lustful thought bubbling

skull. Deirdre’s reminder sounded like a divine reminder. As he fought

and asked, ” What

you’re not doing this. You

unable to say it

Share a bed with

else instead, Deirdre?” He

say a word edgewise. “We’re legally

bed with you, which wouldn’t be a crime. I can f*ck you and still be seen

what married couples are supposed

cracking. Deirdre could feel the heat emanating from him. Terror

her face white—she turned on her heels and

couch

stepped out the door when the man suddenly

back inside. She felt herself thrown into

floor.

softness of the bed. She hardly had the chance

suddenly pressed himself against her. His weight

totality of

little too late, don’t you

how you acted when you

pupils constricted.

me at first. I didn’t want to do anything with or to

best to seduce me like a succubus.

Brendan cut her

your disposal, used

child. But now? Having sex with me

Because of that other *sshole, isn’t

legs

shook in a fury. He was serving all of her past shame.