Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 292

Madeline wasn't short, but she still had to tilt her head up just to see his dark collar.

Quentin gazed down at her.

She was too beautiful.

Her face, her stunning curves—everything about her was impossible to resist.

She was like a siren.

Pulling him in until he had no choice but to devour her.

"All done?" he asked softly.

A shiver wrecked her spine.

His voice was incredibly deep, rough, and dripping with seduction.

He took a slow step into the bathroom.

He slipped off his suit jacket, and Madeline instinctively stepped forward to hang it up for him.

Once he stripped off his clothes, he stepped into the shower.

She had quickly learned that he was impeccably clean.

He took a long time. Madeline sat at the sleek desk by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She monitored the tech sector's stock fluctuations while replying to a few engineers.

She planned to dedicate her time moving forward to investigating her parents' fatal accident.

And she needed to dig into the core shareholders of the Prescott Group to prepare for reclaiming her inheritance.

The climate control in The Enchanted Citadel kept the room at a perfectly comfortable temperature.

She heard the door open. Quentin stepped out, wearing a dark silk robe embossed with subtle water patterns.

Perhaps he ran hot.

The robe hung loosely over his frame, barely tied. He possessed the quintessential broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted physique.

The silk clung perfectly to the sharp lines of his chest and the hard cut of his abdomen.

Madeline's breath hitched. She immediately stood up.

She took a timid step toward him.

Quentin sat down without a word. Just as she approached, he suddenly stood back up.

He stepped into her space, hooked a strong arm around her waist, and lifted her completely off the ground.

And completely devour his favorite obsession.

It felt entirely justified.

Physical intimacy was a primal instinct.

And humanity's greatest pursuits heavily revolved around satisfying both appetite and desire.

Madeline had already catered to his stomach with incredible tenderness, giving him the most delicious meal he had ever tasted.

But he had a different, darker hunger now, and she was the only one who could satisfy it.

He knew the taste of this would be infinitely sweeter.

So he didn't care what she was stammering about; he simply reached up and brushed his thumb gently across her cheek.

She trembled. She was an adult woman, and she had been married before.

She perfectly understood the heavy, seductive tension radiating off him.

She was just instinctively nervous, her neck stiffening as she watched him with wide, guarded eyes.

Seeing her look up at him like a startled little bird, he cupped her face and whispered, "Be good. Don't be afraid."