Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 24 Has He Touched You?

“Sh*t, you don’t want this?” Brendan growled. His hands had turned into fists, and his eyes were nailed on Deirdre.

This woman had scraped her knees for Sterling. Stripped for Sterling. She had no f*cking concept of shame if it meant he would leave that bastard alone. And yet, the moment he wanted her to please him sexually-she balked!

She balked at the thought of pleasing him, Brendan Brighthall! She balked as though she was refusing to court the Devil himself! Did she know just how many women would throw themselves at him and see the invitation as a privilege? So many women would wish they were in Deirdre’s place right now, stripping and teasing and pleasing him!

He laughed mockingly. “God, you’re so pretentious. Fancy yourself a chaste, devoted maiden dying to preserve her purity now?”

Deirdre’s face suddenly paled. A long beat later, she

finally said, “Don’t you feel disgusted by the way I look, Mr. Brighthall? It’s… It’s one thing to make me grovel, but… this? Why must you…?”

Why?

Brendan was a little stunned by her reply. Why? Because he wanted to see if Sterling had carved his mark on any part of her body, that was why! Because he wanted to see if Deirdre was really this shameless! And because…

at her now reminded him of those nights back then… She was a succubus,

Instead, he remained sardonic. “Because you hate every second of this. Every pang

pain was his

felt like her heart had lost the ability

“Come here!” he ordered.

hands and shuffled

warmth of his skin. His familiar scent began to fill her senses, and her heart raced. She bit her lip hard and

a lowly specimen like Sterling at a time like this was a test for Brendan’s unremarkable patience. He snapped, swiping every

knew how long it

was finally done, he left her with a smirk and another dig. “Pfft. You’re so sh*t at this. Didn’t know Sterling liked banging a lifeless

to stop shaking and picked up her dress on her own. Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the wrist,

and continued to get dressed in pain. “Does it matter? You already think

about to interrogate her further when his phone

the man into a panic. Like a man possessed , he put on his suit

by the hand. “Wait!” she cried, her breath shaky. “You have to tell