Page 141 of Sinful Pleasure

The moment I let her in, let her kiss me, touch me, consume me in ways no one ever had—I was done for.

The dancer on top of me shifted, her body brushing against my lap, trying to pull me back into the moment.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to feel something. Anything that will make it easier.

Desire. Lust. The hunger to take her, to claim her.

But there was nothing. Not for her.

Not for anyone but the ghost who haunted me every time I closed my fucking eyes.It’s a fucking curse — the moment I stopped imagining Allyn in front of me, it was over.

“I heard you’re the birthday man,” she said, her voice echoing in my ear. “Looks like I’m the lucky one tonight.”

I wanted to laugh at her words. If only she knew how unlucky she was to end up in my hands. She’d run for her life.

“Oh, really?” I played along, amused by her delusion. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ll be in your bed tonight,” she whispered, a smile against my ear as her tongue grazed it. “You look like a man who knows how to pleaseme.”

I chuckled darkly, shaking my head.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she purred in my ear.

I could feel how desperate she was, her body betraying her as she melted at the slightest touch.I grabbed her ponytail, pulling it back so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. Her body went stiff.

Now she understood how unlucky she was to have chosen me.

“Too bad I have zero interest in fucking you,” I muttered, venom lacing my words. “Get away from me while you still can.”

Fear replaced the warmth in her eyes, the confidence vanishing. She nodded, then silently stood, turning her back to me as she disappeared into the crowd, seeking attention elsewhere.

I met Lydia’s disappointed gaze. I shrugged.

Fuck that.

This whole orgy happening in this room was more than I could bare.

I left the room, exiting the club, heading to the entrance hall, where all the gifts—gifts I’d never bother to open—were piled up. They look like garbage, unwanted and meaningless.

“It’s rude not to appreciate my effort.”

Lydia ran after me on her hills.

I turned back to look at her.

“No one made you do this shit, Lydia, stop whining like a bitch.”

“I wanted to do it to cheer you up,” she defended herself, raising her voice. “I can’t fucking stand you lately.”

“It’s mutual.’’

‘‘You are such a dick.’’

She’s furious when she looks at me next.

“Is this all because of Allyn?”

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