Scarlett's POVPierce was over her, his hands pinned into the mattress, muscles rippling with every heavy, rhythmic thrust.Madison was beneath him, her hair a wild halo against the white sheets, her legs locked tightly around his waist as if she were trying to pull him into her soul.Then, the sound hit.The stadium’s high-fidelity subwoofers caught every wet sound, every ragged breath, and transmitted them with a booming, predatory clarity."Pierce... please," Madison’s voice cracked through the arena, sounding both tiny and god-like in its amplification. She sounded breathless, her head lolling back as she surrendered to him. "God, don't stop. Right there... please."Pierce didn't answer with words at first, only a low, guttural groan that vibrated through the floorboards of the stadium. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a dark, possessive rasp that everyone in the nosebleed seats could hear."You're mine, Maddy," he growled, his pace quickening, his breathing be
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