Page 108 of Sinful Pleasure

I leaned in, my lips brushing his, watching his eyes for any sign he might pull away. He didn’t.

“I know how to make a man crawl between my legs,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “Don’t challenge me. Because I will do it— and make you watch.”

Before Maddox could respond the front door slammed open, and he pulled away from me instantly, putting distance between us. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair, looking less rattled than I felt.

Seconds later, Angelo and Lydia stepped into the room, flanked by their guards. Angelo nodded at them, and they silently retreated to their posts, leaving just the four of us.

Angelo was the first to speak, throwing his coat over the couch next to my things.

“Apologies for the delay,” he said, his gaze lingering on me just a little too long. His brows furrowed in confusion.“Allyn, what happened? Why are you flushed?”

Panic shot through me, but I kept my composure.

Unlike me, Maddox remained completely relaxed, leaning against the counter with his hands casually in his pockets, waiting for me to explain.

“Nothing,” I said, forcing a laugh. “It’s just hot in here.”

Thankfully, Angelo seemed to buy it, nodding thoughtfully.

“Well, can someone tell me what we’re doing here?” I ask. Lydia perked up with a smile, jumping into the conversation.

“A little escape from the city,” she said brightly. Angelo nodded. “I promise you’ll love it here.”

Angelo turned to Maddox then, his voice dropping into a more private conversation that I couldn’t quite make out. Lydia started chatting with me, but my attention was stolen. More specifically, my eyes were drawn to the gun hanging from Angelo’s belt.

My heart skipped a beat. Why is Angelo carrying a gun here?

“Who wants a drink?” she asked with a grin. “It’s been a long day, and I could definitely use one.”

*****

A few hours later, we were gathered in the living room.

Music blasting from the speakers, setting the vibe for the night. Angelo and Lydia were in the middle of a lively conversation, laughing easily, while Maddox sat off to the side, lost in his phone. I was sitting next to Angelo.

“It’s so boring here,” Lydia sighed, raising another glass of vodka to her lips. “I’m thinking about calling some company to spice things up.”

She laughed, sprawling out on the couch. Lydia had barely finished her second drink, but you could tell she wasn’t even close to being drunk. It took a lot for her to reach that point.

It didn’t take much for me to realize that when Lydia talked about calling “company,” she probably meant a hooker. The only question was whether it would be a man or a woman—with Lydia, you never know.

I hadn’t noticed when Angelo and Maddox slipped away.

“I already told our men to handle it for me,” Lydia said, tossing her phone onto the couch beside us with a mischievous grin.

“You really just told your men to call a hooker for you?” I burst out laughing. She shot me a smug look.

“Duh?” she replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “A woman’s got needs, babe.”

I bit my lip and glanced down at my lap, heat creep into mycheeks.Lydia took a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke before leaning in a little closer.

“Have you slept with my brother yet?”

My whole body froze.

She asked it so casually— like it was just another question about the weather. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“Relax,” she continued, waving a hand. “You don’t have to feel weird about it.” She laughed, taking another sip of her whiskey. ’’It’s just Angelo.’’

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