Page 111 of Sinful Pleasure

His voice was barely above a whisper, so low that it barely reached my ears, but it was enough to freeze me in place.

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing across my skin with an unexpected gentleness. I could feel the heat of his touch. I wasn’t sure how drunk I actually was, but the world around me seemed to blur.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he confessed, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush, as if he was starved for this moment.

My mind went blank my body reacting before I could make sense of it. The alcohol coursing through my veins made everything feel distant— like I was floating just above myself.

This isn’t right. I can’t kiss him—after everything I’ve done behind his back.

But then, the thought of Maddox upstairs with that girl flooded my mind.I imagined him up there, thrusting into her as she moaned for him, just as I had. The anger was a raw fire, burning through my chest, and suddenly, I didn’t care about right or wrong.

I nodded, and that was all it took.

Angelo’s lips crashed into mine with a force I wasn’t prepared for—desperate, hungry. A soft moan escaped him as he pressed harder against me, his mouth claiming mine like he’d been waiting for this moment far too long.

I let him. I let him kiss me, let him pull away the pain that had beensimmering inside me. His lips, his tongue—they took the rage, the bitterness, and for a brief moment, I was lost in it.

My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The warmth of his body, the softness of his lips—it felt right, in a way. It felt like everything a kiss should be.

He slid his hands around my waist, pulling me flush against him, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

The taste of him was familiar— yet somehow foreign.

And yet, the entire time, the memory of Maddox haunted me.

His anger, his desperation—it had always been there, burning in his kisses.

I missed it. I missed the violence in his touch, the urgency.

It was ridiculous. Absolutely insane. To be kissing Angelo while thinking about Maddox. But I couldn’t stop myself.

In one fluid motion, Angelo was on top of me, settling between my legs. His lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, sucking deeply. A soft gasp escaped me, and I dropped my head back, allowing myself to feel the heat of pleasure course through my body. He sucked, bit, and left wet trails on my skin, his hands trailing up my thighs.

His fingers tightened around my legs, pulling me closer as he panted against my lips with each kiss, his body pressing into mine.

I was drunk, vulnerable, and angry enough that I was letting myself fall into his touch, even though I knew it wasn’t right.

But then his hand moved higher and higher and higher…

Panic shot through me like ice water.

It was as if the alcohol suddenly wore off, leaving nothing but sharp clarity in its wake. I pulled away from the kiss, breathless. His eyes searched mine, confusion flickering across his face.

“We have to stop,” I said, my voice unsteady.

He didn’t fight me this time. His eyes softened as he nodded, placing one final, lingering kiss on my lips before pulling away.

“Okay”

There was something different about Angelo now. Since that kiss inItaly, he wasn’t the same.

He watched me now, his gaze lingering, almost as if he cared. It unsettled me more than it should.

I kissed him on the cheek, offering a weak smile.

“Good night.”

His lips curved upward in that small, knowing smile.

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