Page 88 of Sinful Pleasure

My body snapped toward him in an instant. I’m much taller and stronger than he is. A little spark flickered in his eyes. The same spark I see in people just before I point my gun at them and end their lives.

“You’re forgetting something, father. I’m not Angelo. I won’t let you toy with lives for your own entertainment.”

I leaned in closer, just to savor the fear up close. I’m enjoying it.

“Don’t you dare mention that shit again.”

I pulled away and walked off before I cracked his skull open and made an ugly scene.

I pushed through the crowd, leaving the ballroom. If I don’t get my rage under control, I might turn this celebration into a bloodbath.

I stepped outside, breathing in deeply, trying to regain control. The guard took it as a sign to leave me alone.

After all this time, my father is still managing to push me to the edge. As if this whole night wasn’t mind fucking me up enough.

“Maddox? Is everything alright?”

I turned around, my eyes locking with Allyn, standing a few steps away. She had a worried expression, like she was trying to make me believe that she actually cared about me.

“I’m not in the mood for sweet conversations, Allyn.”

I pulled a cigarette from my pocket. I don’t usually smoke, only when necessary. And right now, it’s fucking urgent.

She stepped closer despite my warning.

“I just wanted to see if everything is fine. You left so fast.”

I chuckled.

“Are you keeping tabs on me, princess?”

She scoffed. “Don’t be a dick, Maddox. I just wanted to help.”

I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling.

“Want to help, huh?”

I raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in my eyes as I studied her. She nodded.

“You can only be helpful to me if you shut your mouth and undress, but you can’t do that now, can you?”

She gasped at my arrogant words.

“You’re such a dick.”

I nodded.

“That I am.” I took another drag. “Just go back inside to your fiancée, where you belong.”

I didn’t mean for my words to come out with such rage and hatred. It surprised both of us—as she stepped back.

“I don’t belong to him,” she said, offended.

“Sure you don’t, princess.” I laughed.

I don’t know if she’s trying to fool me or fool herself.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking too fucking good in that dress.

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