Page 73 of Sinful Pleasure

He picked up a plate of pasta, not bothering to look at me as he spoke.

“One day, maybe,” he muttered, his voice low and distant. “But not now.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not fair,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

“Life’s not fair.”

And that was it. My last nerve snapped. I put the plate down with a thud, turning to face him.

“You know what? Screw you,” I spat, frustration spilling from me as I stood to leave. But before I could take a step, I felt his hand tighten around mine.

One swift tug, and I was pulled back onto the couch, dangerously close to him.

We were close enough to feel each other’s breath. His gaze lingered on my face, his eyes searching, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle he was trying to solve.I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing over my skin, and my mind went blank. My body didn’t move, frozen as if it were locked in place.

Then, before I could even react, Angelo leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss.

It hit me like a shock wave, leaving my body numb and my brain too slow to process what was happening.

His hand slid to my cheek, his fingers caressing me gently, as though savoring the moment. His eyes closed, surrendering to the kiss, but I stayed wide-eyed, trapped in disbelief.

His lips were soft, but they were cold, foreign, and somehow wrong. And yet, he was eager, his kiss deepening, pressing for more, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I pulled away, creating space between us, my breath shallow as I struggled to regain my composure.I didn’t want to meet his eyes again, not when I could see no trace of guilt, no hesitation. Instead, there was only something darker—desire, raw and undeniable, burning in his gaze.

As if he wanted more than I could give.

“I think I’m going to bed,” I whispered, barely finding the strength to get the words out. “It was a long day.”

“Sure, damn right it was,” he breathed out, his voice low, pulling away from me. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He shot me a weak smile, and that was my cue to leave. The coward in me didn’t even hesitate.

I stood and walked away, my feet movingmechanically.

As soon as I was in my room, the kiss replayed in my mind— over and over.

I couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard I tried.

Just a day after kissing his brother.

I was officially royally screwed.

CHAPTER21

ALLYN

“You what?”

I winced, holding the phone away from my ear. Tamara’s voice could probably shatter glass right now.

“You kissed him?”

I sighed, setting the phone down on speaker mode while I rummaged through my wardrobe for something to wear today.

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