Page 116 of Sinful Pleasure

Her voice rang out, and I’m painfully familiar with it—the sound of her laughter, her anger, the way she comes apart. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

It’s painful even to look at her. I’m pissed off by how fucking stunning and infuriating her beauty is. She’s not wearing any makeup, just simple gray sweatpants and a white sweatshirt.She took me in fully, her eyes widening.

‘‘What happened? Why are you covered in blood?’’ Her gaze stared in horror at my shirt.

“Leave, Allyn.” I hissed the words through my teeth. But the truth is, the last thing I want is for her to leave.

“No.”

She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Her gaze lingered on my blood-soaked shirt before stopping in front of me. Herhands shook as she touched my chest. I groaned.

Her touch was so gentle, and it felt like healing my scarred skin.

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me,” I clenched my jaw. “That’s not my blood.”

The realization hit her, her eyes widening in shock. Her face changed.

“Did you hurt someone?”

Oh, princess, if only you knew.

My gaze drifted to her full lips, and for a fleeting moment, I wanted to kiss her—consume her. But it was a stupid thought, so I pushed it away.

Her hands gripped my blood-soaked shirt, clutching it desperately.

There was no anger, no rage or hatred. She silenced them all.

Her eyes welled with tears, and without warning, she broke down. Her hands slid up, cupping my face gently, her touch tender as she gazed atme with tear-filled eyes.

And just like that, she made my demons kneel before her.

“I thought something happened to you,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she rested her forehead against mine. “I thought you were hurt, that something bad happened, and I- ”

I silenced her with a kiss.

I kissed her like I was drowning, and she was the only air keeping me alive. It was rough yet gentle, desperate yet filled with yearning. And she kissed me back as though I was something she needed to breathe, something worth saving.

I pulled her closer, even as my mind screamed at me to push her away. Each kiss felt like a failure to do so—a failed attempt to escape her, and the addiction to every inch of her that was growing stronger.

Allyn tasted like heaven, a sweet paradise meant only to ruin me. And when she slid her tongue into my mouth, I was lost.We both moaned as our lips moved in sync, her hands quickly working to unbutton my shirt, and I let her take control.

I lifted her small body, placing her on the sink and spreading her legs so I could fit between them. My hard cock pressed against her, and I could feelhow wet and ready she was.

Her body called my name as she purred in my arms like a kitten, pulling me closer without breaking the kiss.

I forgot about everything else—nothing else mattered.

Not Angelo. Not Lydia. No one but us.

Allyn managed to get rid of my shirt, tossing it to the floor.

She was wild, so perfect.

The way she let me take control, let me have her exactly how and where I wanted, was enough to make me lose my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder—was I the one in control, or was it her?

Her legs spread open for me, and I knew the answer to my previous question.

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