Page 15 of Sinful Pleasure

The way it gleamed under the moonlight was almost ironic, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the chaos swirling inside me.

He opened the door for me, his face impassive, unyielding.

“You really enjoy ruining my life, don’t you?”I sighed.The words slipped out before I could stop them, laced withbitterness.

Without responding, he closed the door after me with a swift motion, walking around to the driver’s side.

He got in, started the car, and the engine roared to life, the sound reverberating through the quiet night.

He drove off without a word.

His face was as unreadable as ever— detached.

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching in my lap.

“Is it too much to ask for one normal night?”

“Can you define ‘normal night’ for me, Miss Delgado?”

He was still focused on the road, eyes trained ahead, his grip on the wheel unflinching.

“Because going out dressed like this is hinting to me that you’re looking for much more than a normal night.”

I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time tonight.

His jawline was sharp and defined, flexing slightly with each breath he took, and the way his lips moved when he spoke made my stomach flip in a way I hated myself for.

His tattoos peeked out from under the sleeves of his jacket, a silent but striking reminder of the kind of man he was— dangerous, raw, and undeniably attractive in a way that made no sense.

“Excuse me, but who do you think you are to tell me how to dress?”

The car picked up speed, the engine growling beneath us as if it were mirroring the tension in the air.

“You have to hold a certain status in society if you are going to be part of The King Family. This dress is inappropriate. You are dressed like a—”

He stopped mid-sentence. His jaw clenched briefly before he sighed.

“Never mind.”

“I’m dressed like a what?”

I challenged, raising an eyebrow, my voice dripping with defiance. My blood was starting to boil.I was done with his condescending tone, done with him assuming he could speak to me like that.

His black eyes flicked to me for a brief second, sharp as a blade, before he leaned back against the seat, his expression unreadable.

“You’re dressed like a slut, Allyn. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

His voice was so flat, so unaffected by the venom he spat, as though he didn’t care that his words could wound.

“A slut looking for a quick fuck tonight.”

The words struck me like a blow to the gut.

It was cruel, vulgar, and yet… there was something about it that sent an unexpected thrill through my body. I felt a strange mix of anger and… something else.

I couldn’t just let him win.

I needed to push, needed to test him. I wasn’t sure why, but the fire inside me wouldn’t let me back down.

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