Page 114 of Sinful Pleasure

Every inch of my body is overwhelmed by the orgasm. My vision blurs, and I feel weak. I drop my head back, completely defeated, breathing heavily.

With shaking legs and a breathless body, I find the strength to lie down on the bed next to him, still dizzy.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

“So sweet,” I hear his raspy voice next to me. He licks his lips, still covered in my release. I almost faint from the sight. “You did so good.”

His hands move up my thighs, leaving traces of electricity behind his touch.Higher, higher, until they reach my soaked center.

And just like that, something inside me clicks.

I push his hand away and find a way to stand, my legs weak as jelly and still shaking.

“I think you should leave. I’m tired.”

I cut through the silence, even pointing toward the door with my eyes. Maddox is still lying on the bed with his cock hard as hell in his shorts. His eyes widened with shock, as if this was the last thing he expected to hear.

His lips are parted, still wet with my juices.

“What?” His voice and expression are both confused.

“You had your fun with that girl tonight— I had mine too. We’re even now,” I shrug.

His face falls.

“The fuck are you talking about? I didn’t fuck that girl.”

I scoff. Yeah, right.

“You didn’t think just because you gave me an orgasm that I will sleep with you, did you?”

He blinks at me, his mouth hanging open.

“You know what? If you’re not leaving, I’m leaving. You can keep this room.”

I say simply, turning around.

“Good night, Maddox. Thanks for the orgasm. I enjoyed it.”

I wink at him before leaving the room and closing the door behind me.

I heard a hard thud, like something colliding with the wall.

I grinned.

Now, I could sleep peacefully.

CHAPTER33

MADDOX

I drove my fists into the bloodied face of the bastard in front of me, again and again, until his face was unrecognizable.

Hit after hit after hit, the pitiful shell of a man nearly unconscious before me. His face was swollen, blood pooling everywhere. He was fighting, choking for every breath.That only fueled my hunger for more violence.I didn’t see him—I didn’t see anything but fucking black before my eyes.

His agonized sounds filled the room. He begged me to stop, cried and prayed. I’m no god, and his prayers won’t be heard here.One last hit to his face, and his cry stopped.

His body fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

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