Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 197

Her restless squirming snapped Quentin out of the intoxicating kiss.

He frowned, thoroughly annoyed that his moment of indulgence had been ruined.

He opened his eyes, squinting in the dim lighting of the car. Madeline wasn't just writhing; her hands were frantically tearing at the buttons of her own blouse.

The aphrodisiac had her burning up from the inside out. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, but it did nothing to soothe the inferno.

She was boiling hot, and Quentin's lap was radiating even more body heat. Acting purely on primal instinct, she ripped her collar wide open.

Quentin froze, staring blankly at the display.

His gaze darkened. He knew he couldn't keep kissing her like this—not until they were safely behind locked doors.

The tinted windows provided some privacy, but the cabin wasn't entirely pitch black. He absolutely refused to let anyone catch even a glimpse of her stunning curves.

He grabbed her wrists in one hand, pinning them firmly to stop her from stripping.

With his free hand, he carefully pulled her ruined blouse together, meticulously re-buttoning the fabric over her chest.

Denied the kiss and the cool air, Madeline started whimpering for water again, crying about how thirsty she was.

Her long hair spilled over her shoulders in a messy, chaotic halo. Her luminous skin was flushed with an unnatural, feverish pink, and her full lips were slightly parted, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her teeth as she panted heavily.

Without Quentin's arm supporting her neck, her balance was completely shot.

Acting on pure instinct, she tried to sit up straight, but her hips slipped right off his thighs.

She slid directly between his legs.

...

Quentin had been sitting with his legs slightly apart.

Her landing was catastrophic for his self-control.

His jaw locked instantly.

He should have moved her immediately. He should have tossed her onto the opposite seat.

But Madeline just curled up right between his thighs, tears spilling from her eyes as she let out a soft, scratchy whimper.

"It hurts."

The hand resting on her waist tightened violently, his knuckles turning white as his body betrayed him.

A vein popped along the back of his hand.

He gritted his teeth. He couldn't understand how simply holding her could unravel him so completely.

Her drug-fueled writhing against him was absolute torture, and holding her still did absolutely nothing to stop the friction.

Quentin took a ragged breath, tipping his head back against the leather seat and forcing the words through his teeth.

"Don't go to the hospital. Take us to the house. Have Dr. Vance meet us there."

In the state he was in, he couldn't walk into a public building.

His restraint was gone.

He was on the absolute brink of snapping.

The driver instantly flipped a U-turn and floored it toward the massive waterfront property at Emerald Bay. Quentin technically owned the sprawling estate, but before they had officially defined their relationship, he had sold it to Madeline at a ridiculously low price.

Since she had agreed to marry him, it was as good a sanctuary as any.