Page 56 of Sinful Pleasure

“Danger?” I repeated in annoyance. “We were at a club, Maddox. Stop overreacting.”

I tried to push past him to get to my room, but he didn’t even flinch. I don’t know why I thought I could move him when he’s practically built like a freaking wall.

“Excuse me, but I want to go to bed.”

Before I do something I’ll regret.Again.

But I didn’t even take a step before he stopped me, grabbing my arm and trapping me against the door with his body, caging mine.

I let out a gasp at the contact and his proximity. His hand rested on the door, both sides of my head, leaving me with no way out.

He was so close I could feel his breath spilling over my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

It was the first time I’d felt him so close.

My body betrayed me and melted against him.

He lifted his hand as if to touch my face but stopped inches from doing so, curling it into a fist as he took a deep, frustrated breath.

“You have no fucking idea…” he mumbled, his voice filling my ears like an auditory orgasm. He was so close that our lips were almost touching. “What you’re getting yourself into.”

I swallowed hard as my gaze drifted over his full, beautiful lips. The air left my lungs, and my body—everything in me— burned for a man I couldn’t stand.

But I couldn’t stop, as if something was pulling me toward him, like a siren’s call, like a curse.

“And do you?” I whispered, looking up at him through my long lashes. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into, Maddox King?”

His brows furrowed, but he still managed to keep his face under control, showing almost no emotion as he stared down at me.

But his eyes gave him away. They were burning with fire under the dim light in the hallway. I found courage, lifting my head just enough so that our lips were an inch away. Just a littlemore, and I could kiss him.

He froze, following my every move with his eyes, but didn’t pull away. He stayed exactly where he was, close and pressed against me.

“Why do you care so much about what I’m doing anyway, hmm?”

“I don’t,” he replied almost immediately. “I’m just doing my job.”

I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest. I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I knew I didn’t want to stop.

I pressed my hand harder, loving the way his heart was beating faster, reminding me that this man actually has a heart somewhere deep inside.

“Is that how you were trying to fool yourself after kissing me the other night?” I tilted my head to the side, and he just clenched his jaw. “That youwere just doing your job?”

My hand fisted his shirt. My mother could come out of her room and see us like this, pressed against each other in the dark hallway, and somehow, that didn’t terrify me. In fact, it only added to the thrill, making me want it even more.

I felt a throbbing pain between my legs. I was so turned on right now it was embarrassing. I was soaking through my panties, and the man hadn’t even touched me yet.

“Kiss me.”

I dared him, hissing against his lips. I craved his kiss more than I had ever craved anyone else in my life.I knew it was wrong, I knew we shouldn’t—but I couldn’t force myself to care.

I thought that would be his breaking point. He would push me away, laugh in my face, and tell me I was crazy.

But against all odds, he didn’t push me away.No, his hand grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me forward, smashing his lips against mine.

I moaned against the familiar, sweet taste, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling him closer.

He cupped my face in his hands— as if desperate to touch me, bring me closer. His mouth moved against mine with the same desperation.

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