Page 183 of Sinful Pleasure

“Not yet.”

A single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Maddox wiped it away with unsettling tenderness, as though he’s not the one who caused it.

“I’m here to take everything from you, princess,” he hisses, his fingers gripping my jaw like a vice. He pulls me even closer, his voice dripped with malice.“Everything I want. And I’ll make you watch while I fucking do it.”

“Mikael will have your head for this.”

His fingers dug deeper into my skin, his grip leaving invisible scars.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

But what I hate most is how much I still want him.

Even now. Even like this, with a gun pressed against my neck, my mind craves him. Maddox King is a sickness, a poison coursing through my veins. And I couldn’t stop it.

He curled his lips into a dark grin—one that would make even the most ruthless men flinch in fear.

“Don’t make promises you know can’t stick, princess,” he said, his fingers shifting from my jaw to the back of my neck. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back to force me to meet his gaze.

“I’m sick of the empty lies spilling from that little mouth of yours.”

In an instant, he spun me around, pressing my breasts hard into the tree. One of his hands yanked my head forward with brutal force, slamming my cheek against the rough bark, while the other shoved the gun into my waist, the cold metal a constant reminder of his power.

His body caged me from behind, holding me in place, and his free hand slowly wrapped around my throat, choking off my breath.

I felt his hard bulge digging into my ass. Holy shit.

I could scream. I could fight back.

He was vulnerable now—distracted. A single scream, and the guards would be here in seconds.I’d probably die by his hand, but so would he.

All I had to do was scream.

But I didn’t. I stayed silent, sealing my fate.

I didn’t want to. That was the sick truth.

My body craved this madness. It wanted more of his touch, even with the threat of the gun pressing into my side. Even though I knew he hated me.

It thrilled me. In the most twisted, fucked-up way, I liked it. And that, I realized, was proof enough of how far gone I was.

His fingers burned a path along my shoulder, slowly torturing their way down my curves. When he reached the slit in my dress, he lifted it, exposing my thigh, his hands continuing to explore the exposed skin.

I couldn’t see him, but I felt his rapid breathing on my neck.

My resistance crumbles completely when he slipped his hand under my dress, his thick finger dragging along my seam. I melted.

“You belong to another man, but your body still craves me,” he growledquietly, his lips so close to my ear that I shiver at their heat.

He moved my panties aside enough to touch me bare.

Electricity jolted through my body, every spasm radiating from his hand between my thighs.

He’s right. My body wanted him.

More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.

“Does your future husband know how ruined you are, princess?” he murmured.

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