Brendan was possessed. His kisses were like a heated iron brand making its conquest downward.

Deirdre knew she could not struggle her way out of it, so she… stopped.

She turned her head away from him as a tear escaped her eye and disappeared into the sheet.

Disgust filled her eyes. “Be quick. Then, tomorrow morning, we’ll file for divorce straight away. After that, don’t you ever show your disgusting face in front of me again.”

It was as though she had poured a bucket of freezing water all over him. Any heat he felt was suddenly put out. He stopped, and the woman below him came into his focus.

They were so close right now—just skins apart.

But the distance between them was so unscalable, there was nothing he could do to even cross it. Her disgust and despair were so overwhelming that Brendan could not even deceive himself into ignoring them.

“Tell me, Deirdre McKinnon.” He could not resist resting his head between her breasts, nor could he stop the mocking smile forming on h