Page 63 of Sinful Pleasure

Heat surged through my cheeks, and I instinctively raised my hands to cover myself. But Maddox was faster. His strong grip captured my wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed.

“Don’t,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my jawline, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses in their wake. The heat of his breath sent shivers coursing through my body as his tongue flicked against my earlobe.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot, making me moan and arch into him. His grip on my wrists tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep me in place as his gaze burned into mine.

“Am I clear?”

Unable to find words, I nodded, completely at his mercy.

I would do anything he asked, anything to stay in this moment.It should be illegal—the way Maddox made me feel, the way he awakened parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

He claimed my mouth again, his kiss deep and consuming. His tongue danced against mine, sending waves of heat spiraling through my body.

His free hand slid down, his rough fingers grazing my sensitive skin. Heteased one nipple, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it before pinching it gently, then tugging.

A strangled moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his kiss. The sensations were too much, yet not enough.

He easily captured both of my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head near the edge of the bed. His grip was firm yet deliberate, leaving no room for escape—not that I wanted any. His other hand descended from my breast, trailing down my torso until his fingers teased the elastic of my short skirt.

“I like this,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as his dark eyes took in the fabric. “I might keep it on you while I fuck you.”

I clenched my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing and slow the wild pounding of my heart. But it was futile—Maddox had unraveled me completely.

Even the thought of my mother, asleep just a few rooms away, couldn’t dampen the blaze spreading through me.

Nothing mattered except the way his hands felt against my fevered skin, each touch dragging me deeper into a world I couldn’t escape— and didn’t want to.

In one fluid motion, he flipped me over, pressing my stomach against the mattress and raising my hips into the air. The sudden change left me gasping, my senses heightened by the cool air brushing against my bare thighs.I couldn’t see him, but I felt his presence—looming, dominant, and electrifying.

He hovered over me like the nightmare I’d fought against, only to crave when I was alone.There was no gentleness in his touch— it was primal, untamed, and greedy.

He fisted the fabric of my skirt, pushing it up to my waist, exposing my most vulnerable parts to him. The warmth of his breath danced across my skin as his fingers pressed into the curve of my hips, leaving behind adelicious ache that I didn’t want to end.

A gasp escaped my lips when his thumb slid along my soaked slit, his touch sending shock waves through my body. I arched instinctively, wordlessly begging for more. My back met the hard press of his bulge, covered but unyielding, as it rested against my naked skin.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” he muttered, his tone dark and possessive, as though the words were meant more for himself than for me. His tattooed hands gripped me firmly, squeezing, caressing, and then delivering a sharp slap that sent a jolt of heat coursing through my body.

‘‘Has anyone ever fucked it?”

I bit my lip to stifle the needy sound threatening to escape when his palm landed again, harder this time. The sting left a trail of heat that burned against my skin, no doubt painting it red with his mark.

‘‘No.’’

The thought had never even crossed my mind before. Sure, my first boyfriend had hinted at it once, but the idea had terrified me so much that I shut it down immediately.

Maddox hummed thoughtfully, his hands kneading my ass cheeks with deliberate pressure.

“Do you want to know a little secret?”

His voice was low, rough, and brimming with temptation.I didn’t respond, too caught in the heat radiating from his body and the sound of his belt sliding open. My breath hitched.

‘’I’ve imagined this too many times to fucking count,” he confessed. “I’ve pictured you like this—naked, spread out, completely at my mercy.”

My hips betrayed me, rolling once, then twice, desperate for relief. I was mortified by how wet I was, the thin fabric of my thong growing slick with each involuntary movement.

A sharp smack landed on my ass, jolting me forward— a gasp escaped my lips. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging gently but firmly, forcing my head up. My gaze landed on the mirror across from the bed.

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