Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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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!?

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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 tight as he desperately tried

to eject every lustful thought bubbling in his mind out of his skull. Deirdre's reminder sounded like a divine reminder.

As he fought against himself, he frowned and asked, " What did I promise you?"

Deirdre's face paled. "No. No, you’re not doing this. You promised me you won’t..."

She faltered. She seemed to be unable to say it aloud. It was Brendan who pressed on. "Won’t what? Share a bed

with you? F*ck you?

"How about I remind you something else instead, Deirdre?" He barreled on before she could say a word edgewise.

"We're legally husband and wife until our divorce is finalized. I can share a bed with you, which wouldn't be a crime.

I can f*ck you and still be seen as doing what married couples are supposed to do."

His voice was cracking. Deirdre could feel the heat emanating from him. Terror bleached her face white—she

turned on her heels and started toward the door. "I-I’m sleeping on the couch in the lobby!"

She had barely stepped out the door when the man suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her back

inside. She felt herself thrown into the air, her feet leaving the floor.

Then she crashed onto the softness of the bed. She hardly had the chance to breathe when Brendan suddenly

pressed himself against her. His weight somehow doubled from the oppressive totality of his lust.

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'Your stupid devotion to chastity is a little too late, don't you think? Have you already forgotten how you acted when

you became my wife?” He sneered.

Deirdre's pupils constricted. "No, don’t-"

"You repulsed me at first. I didn’t want to do anything with or to you, but you were a wh*re doing her best to seduce

me like a succubus. You were begging to be f*cked!" Brendan cut her off steelily.

'You did everything at your disposal, used every wile a seductress could have, all because you wanted to bear me a

child. But now? Having sex with me is suddenly a grave sin now? Because of that other *sshole, isn’t it? He’s the

only one who can pry your legs away now?”

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Deirdre shook in a fury. He was serving all of her past shame. Every single mention felt like a slap across her cheek.

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling.

"So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?" she retorted, her voice shaking from

the effort even as she lowered her volume. "That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I've been punished

for it for so many years! Isn't it enough? Aren't I allowed to regret it all?"

"Regret?!" Brendan's eyes were mired with desolation. "How dare you regret any of that!?"

His voice was hoarse. 'You started it, Deirdre McKinnon! You f*cking started this in me!"

"Argh!"

Brendan pounced. His fingers gripped onto her shoulders like talons. Deirdre's petite frame was no match for

Brendan's strength, and her face was white in pain. "Let me go, Brendan! Let me go!"

"What if I don't want to!?"

Deirdre' froze.

She tasted burning fire on her lips.

It went on and on and on. He knew she would retaliate, so he preemptively grabbed hold of her arms and pinned

them tight to the bed, immobilizing and forcing her to go through with his tyranny.

Deirdre's temper reached a boiling point. She bit his lips and tasted metal in her mouth.

Brendan paused for a moment... and kissed her even more violently.

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