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I heard her footsteps walking away from the dressing room. Maddox took it as an opportunity, pounding mercilessly into me.

‘‘Such a good slut you are for me,’’ he praised me, grabbing my ass in his hands, leaving his fingerprints on me. ‘’You feel so good.’

I whined.He feels so good inside me. Slick, hot, hard and rough sliding in and out of my wetness. My body ignites with the fire that I’ve been missing and only he is capable of making me feel.

Another orgasm hit me in shocking waves, lighting every inch of me. Again and again, I rocked against him as he fucked me like he is desperate for me.

‘‘Such a good girl, milking my cock.’’

He pressed another kiss on my lips just as his thrust became fast and reckless, forcing another orgasm out of me.

I was spent, barely keeping myself on my feet.

Not long after, he froze inside me, letting out the sexiest groan, leaning against my back. His raspy hot breath was spilling in the crook of my neck.

He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder, his hand wrapped around my waist keeping me close.

It felt almost as if he was hugging me.

And I can’t force myself to want to pull away. I just leaned closer into his touch.

Maddox King is like enigma. He is everything I hate and also everything that I seems to crave.

But just for this moment I let it be.

I turned to the side, kissing him.

And he kissed me back almost as if he craved me too

CHAPTER25

ALLYN

“You look stunning,” Lydia exclaimed from my bed.

I took another glance at myself in the mirror, my heart sinking to my heels.

“Don’t you think it’s too much?”

It’s too much.

It’s the same dress Maddox fucked me into yesterday.

“No,” she said, giving me a thorough look. “You look hot, girl. My brother would love this dress on you.”

I bit my tongue.

“Let’s go, everyone’s waiting for you.”

Lydia stood up from my bed and extended her hand to me. I took it, letting her lead me down to the first floor of the King’s residence.

The Kings stayed true to their style, hosting the engagement party in their million-dollar mansion. The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the space, stabbing me like blades with every step.

Most women would say this day is one of the happiest of their lives. As it should be. It’s a day meant to be shared with the person you love the most.

It’s not supposed to be with someone you barely know, someone your parents have arranged for you to marry.Lydia squeezed my hand encouragingly as we walked down the stairs.

My heart raced even faster, the weight of so many unfamiliar faces staring at me, pausing in mid-conversation. The place was packed, but my vision felt blurred. I pasted on the fake smile I’d rehearsed countless times in my room.

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