One Temptation

Controlled (Chapter 81)

Song for this chapter is 'Slut Me Out' I HAD THIS SONG ON REPEAT WHILE I WROTE THIS.

OHH THIS CHAPTER HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD 😩

MADS AND WEST FREAKED OUT BRO

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Madison's POV:

The universe was a slimy fuck.

Around three hours ago I was telling myself how maybe getting caught in a team debrief with a group of guys who had the build of a oversized kangaroo, and mentality of a seven year old wasn't that bad.

And now I was sitting on the grass rethinking every decision I had made in my life that lead me to this point.

West's team was scattered around us. Jake and Cole argued over something pointless, Em was sprawled across a blanket beside Lia, both of them in their own world of gossip and sunbathing. Everything about it should have felt calm.

But there I was, in the middle of it. Over stimulated and irritated.

And to add to the mix, West had been moving his hand up and down my waist for the past thirty minutes.

Grazing his fingertips along my hipbone, then lower, under the waistband of my shorts. I felt him drag his entire hand up my back, sliding it against my ribcage. Holding his touch there, letting it burn through my skin. His thumb gently grazed the area, before he'd drag it back down.

He's been riling me up ever since he got back from training. And I don't know whether I should slap him, or kiss him.

It started with his stunt this morning —sending his entire team to drag me from my pancakes for a debrief—still burned in my chest, but the food bribe almost made up for it.

Almost.

I kept reminding myself that West didn't get to keep winning these little power games. He thought he was clever, using that captain charm of his like a cheat code. He could flash that grin and make people do whatever he wanted.

Well. Two could play that game.

I just needed the right moment.

For now, I pretended to be absorbed in the conversation around me. I threw in the occasional comment, but really, my attention was elsewhere.

West sat just behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. He was half-leaning on one arm, his other hand lazily slipped under my shirt.

He looked stupidly good in the sun, and it was honestly unfair.

I hated how easily he could pull my focus. How he could be quiet, barely saying a word, and still own the entire atmosphere around him.

And he knew it.

I was mid-thought, trying to convince myself back to my composure when I felt it—his hand slips down into my shorts.

My breath caught. The oversized hem of my shirt dragged low enough that no one else would've noticed a thing — except me. And him. Especially him.

His fingers lingered there, warm through the thin fabric, before slipping just a little lower, until I felt a gentle tug. A tug at the waistband of my panties.

West wrapped his index finger around the lace material before I felt the faint pull and the sting of elastic snapping back. My whole body froze, heart leaping to my throat. From the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk.

I exhale sharply before turning my head to him, "West," I said lowly, almost a warning.

He didn't pay any attention to the impending doom I was going to lash onto him if he didn't stop teasing me just to watch me squirm.