Sinful Pleasure (Sinful #1)

CHAPTER 14

C HAPTER 14

ALLYN

“Why are you alone?” he titled his head to the side ‘‘Where is Lydia?’’

Think fast, Allyn. Think fucking fast before this man digs holes into your soul with his black eyes.

“Um…” I tried to come up with a lie. “She’s with a friend of mine.”

Maddox lifted a judgmental brow.

“A friend?”

I nodded.

I prayed this door would open and swallow me whole before Maddox’s questions shot through me like daggers, one after another. I’m not sober enough for this right now.

“And how did you get home?”

“With Tamara.” I pointed to the closed door behind me. “She’s sleeping right now.”

Maddox shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. And I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them.

I know this isn’t the time for this, but memories of our kiss flashed through my mind, and my whole body tingled with the desire to repeat that mistake.

“Why the hell do you keep putting yourself in danger?”

His eyes were piercing holes into me.

“Danger?” I repeated in annoyance. “We were at a club, Maddox. Stop overreacting.”

I tried to push past him to get to my room, but he didn’t even flinch. I don’t know why I thought I could move him when he’s practically built like a freaking wall.

“Excuse me, but I want to go to bed.”

Before I do something I’ll regret. Again.

But I didn’t even take a step before he stopped me, grabbing my arm and trapping me against the door with his body, caging mine.

I let out a gasp at the contact and his proximity. His hand rested on the door, both sides of my head, leaving me with no way out.

He was so close I could feel his breath spilling over my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

It was the first time I’d felt him so close.

My body betrayed me and melted against him.

He lifted his hand as if to touch my face but stopped inches from doing so, curling it into a fist as he took a deep, frustrated breath.

“You have no fucking idea…” he mumbled, his voice filling my ears like an auditory orgasm. He was so close that our lips were almost touching. “What you’re getting yourself into.”

I swallowed hard as my gaze drifted over his full, beautiful lips. The air left my lungs, and my body—everything in me— burned for a man I couldn’t stand.

But I couldn’t stop, as if something was pulling me toward him, like a siren’s call, like a curse.

“And do you?” I whispered, looking up at him through my long lashes. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into, Maddox King?”

His brows furrowed, but he still managed to keep his face under control, showing almost no emotion as he stared down at me.

But his eyes gave him away. They were burning with fire under the dim light in the hallway. I found courage, lifting my head just enough so that our lips were an inch away. Just a little more, and I could kiss him.

He froze, following my every move with his eyes, but didn’t pull away. He stayed exactly where he was, close and pressed against me.

“Why do you care so much about what I’m doing anyway, hmm?”

“I don’t,” he replied almost immediately. “I’m just doing my job.”

I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest. I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I knew I didn’t want to stop.

I pressed my hand harder, loving the way his heart was beating faster, reminding me that this man actually has a heart somewhere deep inside.

“Is that how you were trying to fool yourself after kissing me the other night?” I tilted my head to the side, and he just clenched his jaw. “That you were just doing your job?”

My hand fisted his shirt. My mother could come out of her room and see us like this, pressed against each other in the dark hallway, and somehow, that didn’t terrify me. In fact, it only added to the thrill, making me want it even more.

I felt a throbbing pain between my legs. I was so turned on right now it was embarrassing. I was soaking through my panties, and the man hadn’t even touched me yet.

“Kiss me.”

I dared him, hissing against his lips. I craved his kiss more than I had ever craved anyone else in my life. I knew it was wrong, I knew we shouldn’t—but I couldn’t force myself to care.

I thought that would be his breaking point. He would push me away, laugh in my face, and tell me I was crazy.

But against all odds, he didn’t push me away. No, his hand grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me forward, smashing his lips against mine.

I moaned against the familiar, sweet taste, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling him closer.

He cupped my face in his hands— as if desperate to touch me, bring me closer. His mouth moved against mine with the same desperation.

He consumed not just my mouth, but every part of me, marking it as his.

Things got out of hand when his hands slid down the curves of my body, gripping my thighs and lifting my dress as his tongue swirled around mine. Our mouths moved in sync, and I felt a whole freaking butterfly factory in my stomach.

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. My back hit the door with his weight pressed against me. The kiss was so hot, but when I felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against my soaked center, I lost control.

I panted desperately, my nails digging into his back, wanting to remove every piece of clothing from him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, cursing in my mind at the overwhelming sensation.

Why does he have to kiss so good? Why?

‘‘Fuck.’’

He groaned between our kisses, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He licked it away, then kissed me with an urgency that made my head spin.

He was painfully hard—because of me. I was doing this to him.

His lips moved with such intensity as if they were made for mine, and I found myself intoxicated by the taste of him. The softness of his kiss invited me deeper into this dangerous game, and I couldn’t say no.

Maddox King is the perfect blend of forbidden, captivating, and utterly magnetic. The pull I felt toward him was undeniable as if I couldn’t fight it even if I tried.

It’s wrong. So wrong.

Being trapped against the door by my fiancé’s brother, his hands on my thighs, in the hallway where anyone could see.

My fingers tangled in his soft hair, and he groaned as I moved against him, searching for some relief, some way to ease the tension building inside me.

‘‘Maddox.’’

I cried out his name, and he swallowed every sound as if claiming it. His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, his fingers digging into my skin.

‘‘I want you.’’

He met my gaze, his lips swollen, eyes dark and heavy with desire, and it was like every part of me submitted to him. My body burned with a desire I couldn’t ignore, longing for more. He was so big, so strong, and the thought of him like that, naked… I couldn’t stop the flood of desire.

His face twitched, his jaw clenched as if he were battling with himself.

Then his hands moved toward the waistband of my panties, gripping them tightly, pulling. The sound of fabric ripping echoed in the air, and my heart thudded painfully in my throat.

Just as I thought I had him exactly where I wanted him, the front door creaked open, shattering the moment.

Maddox instantly pulled away, letting me go.

My legs buckled beneath me as he created distance just in time for Lydia to walk up the stairs, a wide smile on her face.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, glancing between us. “I didn’t expect to find anyone awake.”

Maddox scoffed. I prayed the dim lighting was enough to keep Lydia from noticing his swollen lips—or mine. Or how red and disheveled we both looked.

“You were supposed to watch out for Allyn, Lydia,” Maddox said coldly, his voice betraying nothing, masking whatever had just happened between us. “Or did you forget?”

“Oh, come on,” Lydia whined, walking past us nonchalantly. “She’s a big girl. She doesn’t need someone shadowing her every step.”

“If something had happened to her—”

She turned to face him, interrupting. “But nothing happened, right? So calm the fuck down and find a girl to fuck that attitude out of you. I can’t stand you when you’re like this.’’

I used the moment to slip away from both of them, muttering a quick “goodnight” as I fled.

I hurried to my room, closing the door behind me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I didn’t realize how long I had been holding my breath until that very second.

Sleep eluded me that night.

One question lingered, haunting me in the silence.

If Lydia hadn’t interrupted us, what was going to happen? Would he have taken me? Would he have pushed my panties aside and claimed me against that door?

Or would he have walked away?

A question I’ll never have an answer to.