Chapter 30: 30. She Got Some Guts To Bad Talk Me. I Don’t Care ’Cause I Hold The Leash

He leaned down just for his lips to be inches from her ear, and his voice dropped to a commanding growl. "Now, go..."

"Get in the shower. And don’t make me come in there and strip you myself... though we both know you wouldn’t be able to stop me."

Madison felt a shiver run down her spine, half from fury, half from a terrifying, primal spark of arousal she refused to acknowledge. She wanted to scream at him, to slap that arrogant smirk off his face, but she knew he was right.

He held all the cards.

"Grrgghh... Fine," she spat, pulling her chin from his grasp and turning toward the master bathroom. "But don’t expect me to smile while you do it..."

"I don’t need you to smile, Madison," Mike called out after her as she marched toward the bathroom, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I just need you to obey."

As the bathroom door swung shut and the sound of rushing water began to fill the room, Madison leaned against the cool marble vanity, gasping for air.

’God... he’s a bastard,’ she thought, her heart racing wildly. ’A piece of shit, dominant, controlling bastard. And the worst part is... he knows exactly how much he’s making me tremble.’

Inside the steaming sanctuary of the bathroom, Madison stood under the spray of the hot water, letting the jets beat against her skin. She closed her eyes tight, trying to wash away not just the sweat of the day but the suffocating feeling of Mike’s gaze still burning into her back.

’How did my life become a nightmare?’ she thought, her hands trembling as she lathered her hair. ’It’s only one mistake, even though I already lived through it with Kyle for a very long time...’

’One moment of wanting to feel alive, to feel free from the camera, and now I’m a prisoner in a five-star suite...’ Madison gritted her teeth. ’He’s not even a gentleman, but a predator who found a crack in my protection and decided to tear the whole thing apart.’

She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, the steam swirling around her like a shroud. ’And Kyle... oh god, Kyle...’

’He thinks we’re just having a quiet dinner... and he has no idea that while he’s dreaming of our future, I’m preparing to sell my dignity to a man who looks at me like a piece of meat.’

’Am I even Madison Reed anymore? Or am I just a collection of scandals waiting to happen?’

Meanwhile, in the main suite, Mike was far from idle. He moved with a calculated, quiet efficiency, his eyes gleaming with a dark purpose. He didn’t just want to enjoy her, but he wanted to witness his victory.

He cleared a space on the sleek, modern dresser near the edge of the bed and set up his phone. He wasn’t just taking casual photos, but he was setting up a high-definition recording.

He adjusted the angle with the precision of a director, ensuring the lens would capture every inch of the bed, the lighting, and most importantly, Madison when she eventually emerged.

He wanted to see the exact moment her resistance crumbled, the look in her eyes when she realized she was completely at his mercy.

He checked the frame one last time, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he saw the view. To him, the act wasn’t just about sex, but it was a conquest.

He was documenting the fall of an actress.

"Fucking perfect... can’t wait to have a collection full of broken wives and girlfriends!" Mike laughed.

...

Back in the shower, Madison let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself.

’He wants me to walk out there naked,’ she thought, a fresh wave of heat hitting her cheeks that had nothing to do with the water. ’He wants to see me stripped of everything... my clothes, my pride, my secrets...’

’And the most terrifying part... the part that makes me want to scream... is that as much as I hate him, as much as I despise his arrogance... a part of me is already waiting to see what he does next.’

She rinsed the soap from her body, her blonde hair clinging to her skin like wet silk. She knew there was no escape.

The door was locked, the man was waiting, and he did not know that the camera was ready. She had no alternative but to fulfill her role.

The bathroom door creaked open, releasing a cloud of fragrant, jasmine-scented steam into the darkened suite. Madison stepped out, her skin glistening with droplets of water, and her long blonde hair was damp while clinging to her shoulders.

As promised, she wore nothing at all. She looked breathtaking, a goddess carved from marble and sunlight, but her posture was anything but divine.

She was hunched slightly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest to shield her massive, heavy breasts, while her other hand pressed down low, trying to hide the curve of her mound. She looked less like a starlet and more like a woman walking into a battlefield.

’Ugh... this is so humiliating...’ Madison thought. ’Not even Kyle could see me like this...’

Mike was exactly where he said he would be. He was sprawled back against the plush headboard of the king-sized bed, one leg crossed over the other, watching her with a gaze so intense and predatory it felt like a physical weight on her skin. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

That damn smile, that arrogant, victorious, "I own you" smirk, was plastered on his face.

The sight of his smugness was the final straw. The tension that had been building in Madison’s chest finally snapped, erupting not in tears, but in pure, unadulterated vitriol.

"I fucking hate those eyes of yours!" she shouted, her voice cracking with fury as she took a defiant step into the room, though she still looked vulnerable in her nakedness. "Stop looking at me like you’ve already won, you fucking egotistical prick!"

Mike didn’t even blink, but he just arched a red eyebrow, his eyes traveling slowly from her damp toes up to her flushed face. "Not gonna lie... You look beautiful, Madison."

"Beautiful!? Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "You’re a goddamn sociopath, Mike!"

"You’re a manipulative, bottom-feeding, talentless piece of shit who wouldn’t know class if it hit him in his tanned, muscular face!"

"You think because you have a little leverage and a fucking smartphone that you can just treat me like some cheap slut you picked up off the street!?"

She took another step toward the bed, her eyes blazing. "You’re a fucking parasite just as I said earlier!"

"What’s worse that you’re a fucking leech!" Madison’s voice keeps getting higher. "You’ve crawled into my life and you’re sucking the soul out of everything just because you can?!"

"Do you even have a conscience, or is your head just filled with nothing but your own fucking ego and your dick?"

"Whoa, whoa, easy there." Mike let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his eyes darkening with amusement at her outburst. "Careful, Madison. Your vocabulary is getting as dirty as your—"

"Shut the FUCK up!" she screamed, cutting him off. "Just shut your FUCKING mouth!"

"You sit there acting all dominant and powerful, but we both know you’re just a common thief stealing moments that don’t belong to you!"

"You’re a goddamn predator, Mike! A fucking beast! And if it weren’t for Kyle... if it weren’t for that fucking video... you wouldn’t even be able to look me in the eye without trembling like the pathetic little bastard you are!"

She was panting now, her chest heaving with the fury of her insults, her massive breasts bobbing slightly with every furious intake of breath. But the venom in her words only served to underscore the power he held over her, the heat of her rage.

She was screaming at him, cursing him with all the dirty words in her vocabulary, but she was still there, naked, vulnerable, and totally at his mercy.

"You got some guts talking like that... I like it."

Finally, Mike moved, and the air in the room seemed to vanish. He didn’t lunge, but he rose with a slow predatory grace infinitely more terrifying than a sudden movement. He was tall, his muscular frame a long, intimidating shadow that towered over Madison’s smaller silhouette.

In two heavy strides he crossed the distance between them before she could hurl another insult. He had broad, calloused hands.

They shot out like iron clamps and grabbed both her wrists. He thrust her back with a burst of raw power.

"Ahn!" Madison gasped, her back slamming against the cold, rigid surface of the wall, the impact stealing the breath from her lungs.

He held her there, her body pressed hard against his, between the wall and his bulk. One hand held her wrists high above her head, and his grip was so tight she could feel the pulse of his dominance thrumming through her skin.

"Are you done?" Mike whispered, his voice no longer amused.

It was low, dark, and carried the chilling weight of a death sentence.

Madison stared up at him, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and swimming with a sudden, sharp terror. The bravado of her cursing was gone, replaced by the raw realization that she was no longer just arguing with a man she was being handled by a master.

"Listen to me very carefully, Madison," Mike said, leaning in until his nose almost brushed hers.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or even the teasing mischief from before. "You can call me a parasite, a leech, or a piece of shit all you want."

"You can scream until your throat bleeds. But let’s get one thing straight..."

"...the moment you open your mouth to insult me again, you’re forgetting who holds the leash."