Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 323

"The terms of our deal," he reminded her.

Madeline remembered. The condition was that she became his woman.

"But..." she whispered.

She felt a lump in her throat. He hadn't known there was a better option when they made the deal, as he had chosen her purely for mutual benefit.

Penelope York could offer the backing of the York family, and she was a brilliant, capable, top-tier heiress.

Madeline couldn't fathom why he would choose her over Penelope.

Quentin wrapped an arm around her waist and spun her around, momentarily forgetting they were on the sofa, and they tumbled off the edge, his body pressing her flush against the plush rug.

She was entirely trapped beneath him.

She couldn't move an inch.

The scorching heat of his body seeped through their clothes, burning against her skin.

"Overthinking again. Consider this your punishment."

He kissed her deeply, pulling the necklace she had gifted him from beneath his shirt, the cold metal swinging with every aggressive slant of his mouth and dropping heavily against her collarbone.

Madeline never expected a formidable tycoon like him to act so childishly, pinning her to the floor like a playground brawler.

She was breathless, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as heat flushed through her veins.

She let out a soft gasp, begging him to stop.

"Call me your husband," he ordered between kisses.

She complied, her voice trembling. "Hus... husband."

She was flushed pink, her skin radiating a rosy glow.

Quentin was always dressed in impeccable suits, known throughout the business world as an aloof, untouchable figure.

Yet, here his hands were, teasing her with wicked expertise.

He pulled back slightly, his lips grazing hers. "Is your husband yours?"

Her brain was starved of oxygen, so she only offered a soft murmur in response.

Not satisfied, he pressed further. "And am I your husband?"

She murmured in agreement again.

As a man used to absolute control, he demanded her complete surrender, and only after she gave him exactly what he wanted did his grip on her waist tighten, finally lifting her off the rug.