The atmosphere in the suite shifted from tense to predatory. Mike's eyes didn't just look at her, but they devoured her, fueled by the spark of defiance she had foolishly let slip.
He wasn't interested in a polite encounter anymore. The "negotiation" was over, but still... the conquest had begun.
"You want to talk about bars and behind bars?" Mike growled, his voice a low vibration that Madison felt in her very bones. "Then let's see how much 'justice' you can handle when you're too breathless to even speak."
Without warning, he lunged. His hands, large and heavy, descended upon her massive, reddened breasts with a ferocity that made her gasp. He didn't just touch them, but he attacked them.
"Ahn! H-Hey! Don't just touch me out of the blue...!" Madison said while trying not to moan.
"Fuck you! I'm going to touch you so fucking hard until your body craves it...!"
