Page 79 of Sinful Pleasure

He pushed my mouth away, working his hand up and down his length in fast pace, staring at me with hooded eyes.

“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded, his voice low. “Let me give you what you came for.”

I extended my tongue without breaking eye contact. After a few more movements, his body began to tremble as he held my head firmly with one hand.

Moments later, his loud moans filled the silence as he tilted his head back, surrendering to his orgasm. I felt his warmth on my tongue and the edges of my mouth, marking me.

I felt dirty, yet so aroused. The way he stared down at me, gripping my hair, watching my face covered with his essence as though it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Swallow,” he said in a tired low voice, and I obeyed, letting the sweet taste fill me. “Show me.”

I stuck out my tongue. Satisfaction shone in his eyes, and soon after, he released me, tucking himself in and buttoning up his pants.I rose to my feet, still trembling and still longing for him. My body ached with need, but I tried to push the desire aside. This was for him, not for me.

“Did I help?”

I asked, trying to lighten the mood, hoping he wouldn’t slip back into his arrogant self.To my surprise, he laughed softly under his breath—a sincere laugh that left me frozen in place.

It was the first time I’d ever heard him laugh like that.He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of him, his eyes relaxed and almost warm.

“You did,” he said, his lips curling up a little.

Just a little.

“I feel better.”

And somehow, I felt better too.

CHAPTER23

ALLYN

If you could go back and relive one moment from your past, which one would it be?

I often ask myself this question. The answer changes every day, but each time, it always leads me to memories with my father.

Right now, I would give everything in this world to simply sit in his arms, reading a book one last time.

Yes, I’m angry at him. So angry for what he did behind my back, leaving me without even a letter to explain why.But still, that anger isn’t enough to make me hate him. I could never hate him. He was my protector, my best friend, my wings—he was everything to me.

I sit alone in the large garden behind The King’s residence, reading a book and enjoying the nice weather.

I wanted to spend the afternoon with Lara. We had fallen into this routine where she taught me how to cook different meals each day, and Iwas eager to see what we would make today.

But it seems the King’s family has assigned personal tasks to everyone in the mansion. Lara’s busy, and I’m left alone, as usual.

At least I have the book to keep me company.

I had forgotten how much I enjoy reading. Somehow, after my father’sdeath, I pushed this hobby aside. It was too painful to do it without him.

Books were my safe place growing up. I loved the smell of each new book my father bought for me. I loved getting lost in the fictional worlds they offered. I loved how you could escape reality, even if it was just for alittle while.

And now, I’m reconnecting with them—turning page after page, smiling like an idiot as I read about two people slowly falling in love.

Ah, love. Such a beautiful and powerful feeling, isn’t it? At least, that’s how I imagine it to be.It’s also making me realize just how much of a mess my life has become.

I keep forgetting that my life isn’t a book. It’s real, and if I keep playing these dangerous games, there won’t be a happy ending.

In fact, I’ll probably end up dead.

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