Page 82 of Sinful Pleasure

“Is everything alright, Allyn?”

Maddox’s deep voice came from the other side of the dressing room, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could practically picture his smugsmile as he spoke.

I decided not to respond. Instead, I grabbed the next dress in line and put it on. It was a little too short and too provocative for an engagement party, but they wouldn’t let me leave until I tried on every single one of their selections, so I didn’t have much choice.

“Allyn, if you don’t answer, I’m coming in.”

I ignored Maddox again, adjusting the golden dress over my body.

I looked like an elite escort, not a woman about to get married. My breasts were almost spilling out, and if I bent over, they’d be visible to everyone. The dress had a bare back that ended just above my butt. Yes, my body looked incredible in it—I couldn’t deny that—but it was still far too provocative for an engagement party.

I was just about to leave the dressing room, ready to make a fool of myself in front of the store staff again.

But before I could open the door, it swung wide— Maddox, staring at me with anger in his eyes.

I instinctively crossed my arms over my breasts, though they were already visible enough, thanks to this damn dress. I saw his gaze drop to my chest, confirming my point.

“You don’t have any manners, I see.”

“You ignored me,” he retorted.

“And?” I raised an eyebrow. “Does that give you permission to barge in while I’m changing?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

His words made a shiver run through my skin, pulling me back to that night when my naked body was completely exposed to him, and he did whatever he pleased.

And damn, he did it well. My face burned at the memory.

Turning my back to him to hide my blush, I said, “Leave the changing room, please.”

Despite my words, he closed the distance between us, spun me around, and pinned me to the nearest wall, his fingers tightening around my throat in the process.

His body pressing mine against the cold wall and for a moment I forgot how the hell I was supposed to breathe.

“You have a big mouth now, huh?” he mumbled against my lips, blowing his hot breath in my face, pressing me hard against the wall.

‘‘Do you want to see how fast I can get rid of that fucking little attitude of yours?

‘‘Someone can come in,” I reminded him, panic and excitement filling my body at the same time “They’re waiting for me.”

I was trying to save myself, not because I didn’t want him to fulfill his threat. I want him to do it too freaking badly and that was the problem.

“They are going to wait a little longer.”

He slid his free hand down my body, I held my breath.

“Let’s see how good you are at keeping your mouth shut.’’

My lips parted on an objection, but his hand covered my mouth as a devious smile perched on his lips.

My brain short-circuited when his other hand slid fully under my dress, cupping my sex through my panties. At that moment I don’t remember my own name, let alone anything else I was about to say

‘‘So wet for me already’’ he tools with the edge of my panties. ‘‘Such a bad girl’’

His lips left a wet trail on my neck as his finger pulled my panties aside, dipping a finger inside me, then spread my arousal up to my clit.

“You want me to touch you?” he grunts and I swear I feel his smug grin against my neck. I nodded resting my head on the wall.

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