Chapter 4 Call My Name

Chris cradled Madison in his arms, his eyes scanning the room with a protective intensity.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, touching her like that?" he bellowed, his voice resonating with authority.

A thug sneered back, "Who the hell are you..."

His taunt was abruptly cut off as Chris seized and twisted his finger to a grotesque angle, leaving the man's wrist contorted painfully.

Amidst the man's agonized screams, Chris regarded him with sheer contempt.

"Break them so thoroughly that they'll never dare cross Madison again!"

The bodyguards shuddered at his command, exchanging wary glances that silently conveyed their sympathy to the thugs.

Later, in the plush interior of a custom Rolls-Royce, Madison perched disoriented on Chris' lap.

Her cheeks were tinged pink as she leaned up to plant messy kisses along his neck, struggling to quell the burning sensation that overwhelmed her.

She shifted restlessly, her teeth lightly brushing against his Adam's apple, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips.

Chris' hand clamped down on her waist, pressing her down with an unyielding grip.

"Hmm," Madison gasped, a frustratingly faint tingle spreading from his touch, like scratching an itch with gloves on. She wriggled, seeking solace in his touch.

"Don't move!" Chris' voice came out low and menacing as he gripped her tighter, keeping her completely still.

Tears pooled in her eyes, now glowing red, as she gripped his tie, her voice shaky with emotion. "I feel terrible..."

"Madison... No!" The words forced themselves through Chris' tightly clenched teeth, his forehead veins bulging with the effort to maintain control.

His features, already striking, were rendered even more magnetic by a blush of desire.

"Mr. Pearson!" she called out, her voice carrying a tender, pleading tone. Her lips, pink and soft, brushed against his chiseled jaw, gently sliding towards his lips.

Her fragrance, fresh and intoxicating, melded seamlessly with his senses.

At first, Madison's touch was tentative, but as she tasted the sweetness on his lips, her hesitation vanished, replaced by a fervent desire.

In that moment, the final remnants of Chris' restraint crumbled.

With a forceful grip, his large hand cradled Madison's head, pulling her into a kiss that was both fierce and dominant.

Once freed from his intense embrace, her waist swayed anew, her breathy moans igniting a deeper, primal longing within him.

"Who am I?" he demanded, his voice low and filled with urgency.

"Mr. Pearson!" she replied, her voice trembling with unspoken need.

He responded by caressing her smooth thigh with his rough, calloused hand, drawing her closer. Madison clung to his neck, her body trembling on the brink of release.

"Wrong!" he growled, his kisses blazing a trail to her collarbone, his voice now hoarse with desire. "Call my name."

"Chris... Chris... Ah!" she moaned, overwhelmed by sensation.

Suddenly, a knock on the car window interrupted them. Jordy Robertson, Chris' private assistant, stood outside.

"Mr. Pearson, I've brought the medicine you asked for."

"Fuck off!" Chris barked, his shout fierce enough to make Jordy shiver.

Understanding the situation as the car swayed, Jordy quickly backed away, putting several meters between them and turning away with a rigid posture.

After the initial shock of pain, a wave of intense comfort and pleasure swept over them, enveloping both in its warmth.

As the morning sun pierced through the window, its rays warmed Madison's face, causing her to stir and slowly open her eyes.

Her hand lay on Chris' firm waist, a testament to the night's escapades.

Flashes of the night before overwhelmed her, halting on the image of her clutching his tie and leaning in to kiss him.

She had crossed a line with Chris, her fiance's uncle, soon to be the head of the Pearson family-a man held in high esteem as a titan of industry with a pristine reputation.

What the hell was she thinking?

Overcome with embarrassment, Madison nervously straightened her attire, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Exiting the car stealthily, her gaze unexpectedly collided with Jordy's, who had endured the entire night there, invigorated by the sea breeze.

Her heart pounded with sudden terror, and she quickly signaled him to remain silent.

Jordy's face was a mask of dismay as he silently chastised her internally.

Why hadn't Madison checked her surroundings? Chris was already wide awake, his piercing gaze locked on her.

Mistakenly confident that she had slipped away unnoticed, Madison wobbled across the sandy stretch towards the street, allowing a sigh of relief to slip through her lips.

Gathering her composure, she soon realized the futility of finding a taxi in such a remote location at this ungodly hour.

Then, the soft sound of braking startled her, and she turned to see the familiar car, the back window revealing a glimpse of the interior.

Chris lounged casually in the back seat, eyeing her with an amused calm. "Come on, I'll send you back."

The rough edge in his morning voice was enough to pull Madison's thoughts back to the night before, to the way he had moaned her name so intimately.

Her cheeks bloomed with an intense blush, a vivid crimson washing over her face.