Page 155 of Sinful Pleasure

I barely had the strength to speak as he pulled out of me. I was still a panting wreck on the ground, my pussy filled with his cum, and little drops fell from me down the back of my thighs.

It took me a few minutes to recover from everything, but when I did, reality hit me in the face.Shame washed over me as I sat naked on the ground, realizing I didn’t even have clothes to wear.

He ripped everything off.

Maddox seemed to read my thoughts, tossing me his white shirt. His eyes followed me as I moved.

He pulled on his shorts and took a seat on the couch, his hair messy and sweaty, giving him that “freshly fucked” look. Every muscle on his body flexed under the sweat, his tattoos a sinful sight.

“Do you still want to ruin me, princess?” His lips curled into a grin, and

I wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smirked, spreading his hands over the back of the couch, widening his thighs.I slipped on his shirt, covering my body from his gaze.

“You really are a dick, Maddox. After everything you did.”

“I didn’t do anything to you that you didn’t ask for.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Maddox King may be many things, but dumb isn’t one of them.

He knows exactly what he did to me — and what he’s been doing with his sick family for months.

“I know you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do,” he replied simply, keeping his eyes locked on mine as if trying to prove the worth of his words. “I don’t have a part in this shit.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “To get inside your pants? I’ve managed to do that without lying, Allyn.”

Egoistic motherfucker.

I rose to my feet, staring down at him.

“To protect your family.”

He laughed.

“Trust me, I want to ruin my father just as much as you do.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s your choice,” he nodded, getting up from the couch to face me. When he was inches away, he looked down at me, his eyes soft. “I don’t have anything to do with my father’s sick games.”

“What about Angelo?” I raised an eyebrow, causing him to tilt his head. “Did he have a part in this?”

“As far as I know, no, he didn’t,” he said, his gaze slipping to my lips for a second before returning to my eyes. “Why are you asking about him?”

“I want to know who I’ll have to kill, besides your father.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin—as if he was enjoying this.

“Would you kill me, princess?”

He was one breath away. So close I could almost taste him, and God, how badly I wanted to. I was delusional to think he wanted it too, the way he stared at me—almost as if he’d missed me.

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