Page 68 of Sinful Pleasure

I cursed aloud as I burned myself on the pan. Lara jumped up from her seat, but I stopped her.

I continued stirring the pasta sauce, focusing on the task, while a hurricane raged inside my head.

A hurricane caused by none other than Maddox King.

We had sex.

And the reality of it hit me hard a few hours later.

It was supposed to be just sex.

Not the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.The man I can’t stand gave me the most mind-blowing, out-of-this- world experience.

He managed to make me come without even touching me.

My ex couldn’t even make me come while going down on me, and Maddox didn’t even touch me—and still had me shaking to my core around his cock.

It’s ridiculous.

And after everything, he stayed true to his character, leaving as soon as he came, like the dickhead he is. Not a single word before he dressed and left my room.

I should be thankful that he handled it instead of making everything more complicated.

We both got what we wanted, so why not… right?

It’s not like I expected him to cuddle with me or anything.It was a casual sex, I get it, but still, a part of me was annoyed— disappointed, even.

The following morning, as we drove back to The King’s residence, he ignored me the entire time while Lydia kept talking about her hook-up with her guy.I wanted to pay attention, but I couldn’t, knowing that Maddox was in the same car.

I caught his stare several times in the rear-view mirror, but every time our eyes met, he turned his head away.

And that brings us to this moment, where I’m successfully burning the pasta.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” Lara asked, eyeing the mess I was making.

“No need, Lara. Thank you.”

Our bonding time was interrupted when someone burst into the kitchen, causing Lara to jump from her seat. Her face went pale as she stared at the person standing in front of us.

“Sir Maddox King.”

I was facing away from him, but that didn’t stop my body from shivering when I heard his name. I gripped the spoon in my hands tighter.

‘‘Leave us alone, Lara.”

Lara didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence—she was already on her way to the door.I stopped her.

“No,” I shot a glance at Maddox. “If you can’t see, I’m cooking, and she’s helping me.’’

Lara froze, her face stunned, probably wondering how I could speak to him like that. But I didn’t care. If she weren’t here, I might even slap him across his arrogant face.

Maddox turned to Lara.

“Lara, can you finish what Miss Delgado seems to be cooking?” he said, eyeing the mess in the kitchen. “I need to talk to her in private.”

“Yes, sir. Of course,” Lara replied, her voice soft.

She walked toward me, giving me a pleading look, silently asking me not to make a scene.

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