Chapter 104 Madison

• The marble was cold against Madison’s back, a sharp, grounding contrast to the inferno Bentley was stoking between her thighs. The penthouse foyer was bathed in the amber glow of recessed lighting, casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across Bentley’s sharp features. He didn't rush. Bentley Hilton did nothing without intent, and right now, his intent was to dismantle every defense Madison had left.
• "You’re shaking," he murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath was a warm caress that sent shivers racing down her spine.
• "I’m not... I’m not scared," she managed to gasp, her fingers tightening on the lapels of his blazer.