Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 385

How could she possibly guess?

The reason was simple.

Because Quentin constantly switched things up, cycling through almost every variation imaginable.

And during those moments, Madeline obviously had no mental capacity to care or analyze his preferences.

Her mind was always a dizzy, intoxicating blur, sometimes completely blank.

She had absolutely no frame of reference.

And usually, she quickly found herself entirely at his mercy.

Just thinking about it made her face flush crimson.

"From behind."

Quentin chuckled. "My darling guessed right."

Madeline looked at him innocently.

The next second, she was...

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Quentin's fingers first cupped her delicate, tear-streaked face, admiring her radiant complexion.

Then, his fingertips traced lightly down her beautiful, graceful neck.

Trailing lower.

Before giving her a firm smack.

Madeline pouted.

Her face turned as red as a tomato.

While she had hated being spanked as a child, in this particular scenario...

...It actually felt incredibly intense.

Madeline even found herself enjoying it.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Quentin pulled her into his embrace, kissing her lips, his breathing heavy. "Madeline, tell me you love me!"

He had never heard Madeline say she loved him—not even once—and he desperately wanted to hear it.

He cared about this more than he let on.

In the past, Madeline would purposefully stay silent, pressing her lips tightly together as if she hadn't heard him.

But this time, she spoke.

"I love you!"

Quentin's heart soared. He leaned in to kiss her, and she completely surrendered to him.

He finally experienced true, lingering passion.

After kissing her for a while, he worried he might be hallucinating from exhaustion.

He pinched Madeline's chin. "Who do you love? Say my name."

Madeline answered, "I love you."

Her breath was ragged, her eyes misty, but she looked radiantly happy.

"I love you, Quentin."

Quentin rested his forehead against hers.

His voice was a low, resonant rumble. "Say it again, baby."

"No, say it a hundred times, a thousand times, will you?"