Page 89 of Sinful Pleasure

“I’m not scared of you, Maddox.”

“You should be.”

“There’s so much more to you than your anger.”

“Are you a therapist now, as well?”

I was intentionally pushing her away. For her sake, for mine.

Because I couldn’t stand how much I wanted to reach out for her. I don’t even know why. I buried those desires, shaking my head.

“Go inside, Allyn.”

For a moment, we just stared at each other, our eyes doing the talking.

She was so close, yet so far.

She carried my brother’s touch on her— she belonged to him.And here I was, letting sick, filthy thoughts about her corrupt my mind.

As if she read my thoughts, she stepped closer, her hand resting on my chest as her lips met my cheek in an innocent— yet soul-burning kiss.

I froze in place. She did, too.That fucking innocent kiss hit me like a punch straight to my stomach.

She pulled back just enough to whisper her next words.

“If you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.”

Then, she walked away, leaving me even more of a mess as she headed back inside to her engagement party.

Back to reality—where she and I don’t mix.

We’re not even in the same space, and we never will be.

I spent a good hour outside alone— before deciding it was time to return.

Angelo was the first person I spotted, standing in the corner with a glass in hand. He looked close to wasted. I joined him without saying a word.

He sighed, his eyes fixed on the people dancing on the floor.

“I want this thing to fucking end already.”

I chuckled, my gaze following his to Allyn and Lydia dancing.Allyn was smiling, looking so effortlessly happy it was almost irritating.

She swayed to the music, rubbing against Lydia, drawing more than a few glances from the men in the ballroom.They all knew she was off-limits, but they still looked. Can’t blame them. I was staring, too.

Despite my hatred for her, Allyn Delgado is easily the most beautiful woman in the room. A woman who could catch anyone’s eye—not just because of her body, which was made for sin, with curves in all the right places, but also because her face was remarkable. So innocent and pure.

“Who caught your attention, brother?” Angelo laughed, trying to guess. “Who’s the lucky girl tonight?”

“That’s you, Angelo, not me,” I said, pursing my lips. “I’ve got better things to do than waste my time on a piece of pussy.”

He’s the man whore, not me. I fuck when I’m in the mood.

Right now? Definitely not.

He shook his head, resting it back against the wall with a tired expression. “I might be a dick, but I think I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight. I just got engaged.”

“How generous of you.” Let’s see how long that lasts.

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