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“Good night, Allyn.”

But as I lay there, the night seemed endless, a fog of confusion and regret sweeping over me.

I knew this wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.

CHAPTER32

ALLYN

I tossed in bed, my mind refusing to quiet down.

Each time I closed my eyes, I was pulled back to that kiss with Angelo, the taste of it still lingering on my lips. The heat, the urgency—how I almost let it go too far. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal.

Angelo would be my husband soon.

And still something inside me resisted.

My life was changing with The King’s.I expected a storm, but this… this was beyond anything I had prepared for.

A knock on my door jerked me out of my spiraling thoughts. The clock on the nightstand blinked past three in the morning. I furrowed my brows.

Who would be knocking at this hour?

I swung my legs over the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor.

In my thin, satiny nightdress, I didn’t bother covering myself as I walked to the door expecting Lydia.

I opened it without hesitation—but instead, standing in front of me was Maddox.His eyes were tired, his face softer than I was used to seeing.

“What are you doing here, Maddox?” I whispered, not wanting to wake up Angelo or Lydia.

Maddox didn’t reply— simply walked past me as if my question was irrelevant.I sighed, closing the door behind him, the click of the lock too loud in the silence. His back was to me as he ran a hand through his hair, looking like he was wrestling with something inside him.

When he finally turned to face me, all softness was gone. His expression was feral—like a predator.

And that look… it was aimed directly at me.

“You said you know how to make a man crawl between your legs.’’ He said after some time.

I furrowed my brows, not understanding where he was going with this and why is he here in my room telling me this?

‘‘You are fucking right,” He breath out, I suck in the air. “And I hate you for this.”

His words are filled with anger, rage as his gaze roomed over my barley covered body. My skin warmed under his intense gaze.

His black deadly eyes challenged me to come closer and I obeyed, eating the distance between us and stopping when my chest is almost touching him. I breathed him in, intoxicated from his scent.

‘‘I think about being between your thighs more than I fucking should,’’ he spits, licking his lips.“So put me out of my misery, princess. Let me taste you once so I can go back to hating you without dreaming about the taste of your sweet little cunt in my mouth”

Oh. Dear. Lord.

I didn’t think it was possible for his voice to get any lower, and holy hell, does it send the nerves bundled in my clit into a fucking frenzy.

Chewing on my lip, I consider how serious he is.

But his eyes stayed on me, no hint of regret behind them.

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