Page 195 of Sinful Pleasure

I didn’t wait for him to finish. Hearing his voice pushed me to the edge. I slammed my fist into his face. His head cracked against the wall, and assoon as I looked down at my hand—blood.

I felt a sick satisfaction knowing he was bleeding just like I was inside— from all the fucking lies he’d thrown in my face.

“You are a fucking coward, Angelo,” I muttered, frustration choking my voice. He coughed up blood, spitting it onto the floor.

Sympathy? No. I wanted to spill more of his blood, but I knew that if I started, I wouldn’t stop until he was dead—and that was a line I didn’t want to cross.

“Lara died, and you knew who was behind this the whole time.”

Allyn’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade, forcing both of us to turn to her. Her gaze was furious, deadly.

“You knew how much I cared about her. You knew how much I suffered after her death. Hell, I let you kiss me, and you knew all along who was responsible for it.”

My blood boiled, and without thinking, I drove my fist into Angelo’s jaw again. He hissed in pain, taking the hit he fucking deserved.

This one was personal. Too personal.

“That’s for kissing her with your lying fucking mouth,” I hissed in his bloody face, grabbing him by the collar. “Tell me, Angelo, were your feelings for Allyn also a big fat lie?”

For your own good, say yes.

“No.”

I hit him again. And again.

The blood spurted, staining my hands, his eye swelling, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to keep punching him until the truth sank deep into his fucking skull.

“Too bad for you, brother,” I said, my voice low, deliberately cruel. “Even if there was the slightest chance for her to want you back, I fucked it out of her.”

I made sure he heard it, that he understood it—felt it.

Angelo’s eyes sparked with defiance, and even though he was bound, he struggled, trying to break free. Maybe he thought he could land a punch, but it wouldn’t change the truth.

“Her lips, her body, her soul were mine long before you even had the chance to touch her with your dirty hands,” I grinned, watching the bloodsmear his face.

“While you begged her for a kiss, she was begging me to fuck her” I shook my head with a smirk. “She was never yours, brother. Never will be.”

I shoved his body against the wall, hearing him curse and yell at me, but I didn’t care.

His voice faded as I turned toward Allyn.

She was all I saw now. Her chocolate-brown eyes were locked on me, her focus solely on me. As it should be. I didn’t break eye contact as I closed the distance between us, our bodies brushing, and I stopped just an inch away.

To prove my point, to make sure my words sank into Angelo’s thick skull, I pulled her to me. Her body collided with mine as I kissed her hard. I’m a sucker for air, and I needed hers. It belongs to me just as much as she does.

It’s laughable how one kiss from her can set my body on fire, craving more and more of her. She puts my demons on their knees with her mouth. She’s small in my arms, yet somehow, she holds so much power over me.

She moaned into the kiss, and I was lost.

As if to make a bigger statement, she pushed her tongue inside my mouth, her hands roaming my body—touching, squeezing, burning me. I groaned into her mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, moving in sync.

And I let her take the lead, let her take whatever she needed, curious to see where she’d draw the line.

Is she as messed up in the head as I am? Does she want this just as much as I do?I got my answer when she squeezed me through my pants, drawing a groan from me.

My freaky woman. She matches me perfectly.

She can throw the “hate me” card in my face all she fucking wants, but we both know she’s lying—she needs me just as badly as I need her.

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