Chapter 2

• Madison’s POV:
• Maxwell stepped into the room with slow movements. He locked the door behind him, slid the key straight into his pocket, and trapped me inside my own hotel room.
• I met him halfway, my knees trembling as his eyes scanned my face, trying to read me. His heavy breathing filled the quiet space, as if he had sprinted the whole way here. Reaching into his black jacket, he pulled out the note and held it up between us.
• "Did you mean every single word you wrote in this?" His voice carried a rare softness, his gaze searching mine with genuine curiosity.
• "Yes," I whispered, biting my lower lip.
• He stared at me, visibly shocked, as if he expected me to laugh it off. Then he closed his eyes, his breathing heavy as doubt settled into his expressions.
• Panicking that he hated the whole thing, I scrambled to save myself. "If you don't like it, I'm so sorry. We can just pretend this never happened."
• He tilted his head back, letting out a low, rough exhale. "I love it, Madison." A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face, full of satisfaction. His eyes traveled down my costume, taking in every inch, almost stripping me bare right then and there.
• He took a step forward, and I instantly backed up three steps. The sudden shift in energy made my throat tight. Before I knew it, the back of my legs hit the mattress, leaving me with no choice but to sit down.
• He leaned close, his warm breath tickling my skin and sending a shudder straight down my spine.
• "Do you think I just sleep with any girl who asks?" he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance. "If you want me inside you like you wrote in this note, you're going to have to make it worth my time."
• He straightened up, grabbed a chair nearby, and dragged it right in front of me. Sitting down, he offered a cocky grin. "Show me what you've got, Maddie."
• That smug look alone sent a sudden wave of heat straight to my pussy making me wet instantly.
• But horror quickly followed when I realized what Angel must have put in that letter since she refused to let me read it beforehand.
• Despite my hands shaking from pure nervousness, I forced myself to stand up. I had watched a few spicy videos Angel recommended for prep, so I tried to act confident. I slipped off my black denim shorts and my fishnet stockings, leaving only my underwear on.
• I stepped forward and sat directly on his lap. Immediately, his large hand locked around my waist, pulling my hips flush against his. A firm hardness pressed beneath me, surprising me by how quickly his body had reacted.
• Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips onto his. He tensed for a second before letting out a quiet hum against my mouth.
• I began grinding against him slowly, my skin feeling like it was catching fire. Real pleasure coursed through me for the very first time, making me realize Angel's crazy plan was actually working.
• Before we could even go any further, a frustrated groan broke from his chest.
• "Shit. That was way too fast," he grumbled, staring down at himself in disbelief.
• Looking down, I noticed the wet patch spreading across his pants. He buried his face in his hands, completely mortified.
• "Does that mean we aren't doing anything anymore?" I checked softly, wanting to save his pride since I knew how delicate a guy's ego could be in moments like this.
• "Says who?" he scoffed, his mood shifting back to pure dominance.
• He stood up effortlessly, lifting me along with him as if I weighed nothing at all. I couldn't help admiring the strength in his arms.
• "That's just the effect you have on me," he uttered, laying me down gently on the bed. He stepped between my parted legs, leaning over me with intense focus. "My body craves you, Madison. That's why."
• He trailed slow, agonizing kisses down my chest. I closed my eyes, letting the heat of his mouth track down to my stomach. He pressed his face between my thighs, licking right over the fabric of my panties.
• A breathless moan escaped my lips. I gripped the bedsheets tight, trying desperately to keep my composure. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, sliding it off smoothly before dropping it onto the floor. Out of nowhere, a soft laugh escaped him.
• "Are you laughing at me?" I murmured, suddenly feeling exposed and foolish.
• "No, not at all," he reassured me softly. "I just never thought I'd actually be in this room with you, like this."
• With a sharp click, he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock was free, and I instinctively looked away, overwhelmed by the size of him and terrified it wouldn't fit.
• "Don't turn away now, Madison," he reminded me, his tone laced with amusement. "You were the one asking for this in extreme detail."
• Regret washed over me for not reviewing the letter, but there was no turning back now. He slid a finger inside to prepare me, then he removed it and teased my opening with his tip.
• A desperate whine escaped my throat, my hips twitching on their own. I didn't even care how needy I looked anymore.
• He attempted to push forward, but the fit was far too tight.
• "Jackson," I gasped, using his last name like Angel had instructed. "Wait, just hold on a second... it's too much."
• His grip on my hips tightened firmly, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself completely inside me. I gasped for air, but the initial shock instantly melted into sweet bliss. He set a fast, relentless pace, driving into me as if he were trying to claim every part of me.
• "Fuck, you were literally made for me," he growled, throwing his head back as his fingers dug into my skin. He grabbed my legs, resting them over his shoulders to go deeper.
• "Oh God... yes, baby," I babbled, entirely lost in the sensation, barely controlling what came out of my mouth.
• His head snapped forward, his dark eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity.
• "What did you just call me?" he demanded, as if I had spoken a forbidden word.
• He slid my legs off his shoulders and pinned them down, leaning close. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, refusing to let the intimacy fade or let him pull away.
• "Say that again," he ordered softly, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear you say it."