Page 165 of Sinful Pleasure

I threw the towel into the bowl with a sharp motion, the sound of it splashing against the water like the final crack of a breaking dam.

Istood abruptly from the bed, my heart pounding, my mind spinning with confusion and betrayal.

“I knew it was a mistake to come here,” I whispered, shaking my head as a sick feeling spread in my gut.

Regret. So much regret.

But more than regret, there was something darker. A part of me hated that I couldn’t shake him out of my mind. That, no matter how much I wanted to push him away, I still cared. I still cared about him.

I couldn’t figure out what was worse—the possibility that Maddox was right or the crushing realization that, after everything, I didn’t even know who to trust anymore.

“Probably yes,” he agreed, his voice dripping with a mix of bitterness and dark satisfaction. “But you’re still here.”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“I’m sure you’d love to,” he replied, his tone almost too casual for the weight of his words. “Tell me, princess, would you let me fuck you with all the anger built inside me? Would you let me destroy that sweet little pussy of yours the same way you destroyed me when you chose to betray me?”

His vulgar words hit me like a slap, unexpected and cruel.

I felt my heart thundering in my chest, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. I knew it was fucked up, but I couldn’t control it. I was drawn to him,no matter how much I wanted to push him away.

“Maddox, stop,” I begged, my voice trembling as I tried to find some control. But he wasn’t done yet.

“Stop what?” he sneered, his anger flaring once again. “Telling you the fucking truth? That you’re a traitor?”

He spat the words, the pain evident in his voice.

“While the thought of betraying you has never, even for once, crossed my fucking mind.”

Each word hit like a blow.

The guilt twisted in my gut, sharp and suffocating. I wanted to argue, wanted to deny it, but the truth was that he was right.

I had betrayed him.

All the scars on his face, the wounds on his leg, the bruises covering his body—every single one of them was a direct consequence of my thirst for revenge.

“You can say I’m cruel all you fucking want,” he muttered. “But you’re no different than me, princess.”

His eyes locked onto mine, cold and unwavering.

“But I never thought about betraying your trust. Everyone else’s yes. But not yours.”

“You say all of this to play with my fucking head!” I screamed through the tears, my body trembling.

“If that’s what you believe, then you should leave and never come back.”

“And if it’s not?”

I threw the challenge out into the room. I don’t know what to believe anymore.My heart was pounding in my chest, waiting for his response.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes seemed to shift, something flickering inside them. Then, with surprising calmness, he spoke.

“If not, then kiss me.”

The words hung between us, thick and heavy, neither of us daring to break the gaze.

His eyes were burning with intensity, as if he was begging me to give in, to do exactly what he wanted.I should turn around, run away from him and never look back.

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