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It was mouthwatering—his muscles flexing as the orgasm washed over his face. His dark hair clung to his forehead, a drop of sweat trailing down his face.

My ass burns, and I can bet I have his hand prints on my cheeks.

And he will leave a permanent mark on me.

CHAPTER18

MADDOX

“Did everything go as planned?”

My father glanced at me across the round table, surrounded by his men. Angelo sat on my right, zoned out as we had this meeting.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms in front of my body, nodding.

“He’s dead.”

A satisfied smile appeared on my father’s face as he leaned back in his chair. I stared at him blankly, still annoyed that he insisted on this meeting. I was also irritated that the idiots he calls his “most trusted men” were present.

My father never had a good judge of character. His choice of company was questionable. Not that is any of my business.

“Good job, Maddox.”

I gave him a cold stare and looked down at my hands. The same hands that ended Ricardo’s life just the night before.

To his credit, he didn’t even look that scared when I pointed my gun at him. It was like he knew it was coming sooner or later.Karma eventually catches up with people. In his case, I was the fucking karma.

And I was nice enough to grant him a quick and painful death.

I could’ve had my fun with him, but I didn’t. If he valued his life, he would never have thought of betraying my family.

Ricardo isn’t the first person I’ve killed for this reason, though. There have been too many to count—too many to feel remorse for.

Loyalty is the highest value in our family. We may be monsters, but we still follow a strict code. Not just The Kings— but everyone involved in our world.Ironic, isn’t it?

I’m the one talking about loyalty after fucking my brother’s future wife.

I acted like an animal. I acted out of desire, and that’s something I don’tusually do. I want to put a bullet in my skull for letting this happen.More than that, I want to put a bullet in my skull for not regretting it at all.

But why should I? She wanted this just as much as I did, so I did what I had to do to get her out of my fucking system.

What I don’t get is why, after fucking her, she still haunts my thoughts.

Why does my mind drift back to two nights ago when her pussy squeezed around my cock so perfectly, so wet and ready for me.

Why do I remember how seductive her lips looked, partly open as I pounded her from behind? Or how her eyes sparkled with fire with every pull of her hair?

Why do I have her whole fucking face etched in my head as if I actually took the time to look at her— rather than at her perfect ass bouncing against me?

And the sounds she made when I was inside her — damn it, her moans are the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard in my miserable life.

I almost came just listening to her cries as she screamed my name, begging me to go deeper.

And I don’t fucking get it.

When I fuck a girl, I never like her to spell my name, let alone scream it. Every sound usually turns me off. I find it annoying, even cringe-worthy, so I usually make them shut the fuck up.

But with Allyn, it’s like her moans were injected into my veins. It’s an addiction I’m only just now realizing— because her moans made me comeharder than I ever have in my entire fucking life.

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