Sinful Pleasure (Sinful #1)

CHAPTER 17

C HAPTER 17

ALLYN

I’ve never seen Maddox King lose control—until now.

In a single, breath-stealing moment, I was pressed against the wall, his towering frame caging me in. His mouth crashed against mine, capturing the sob of pleasure that slipped from my lips. The rough scrape of his stubble sent sparks dancing along my skin, each sensation sharper, more vivid, with my heart pounding recklessly in my chest.

His tongue slipped between my parted lips, and I welcomed him eagerly, tangling my fingers into his thick, unruly hair to pull him closer.

Every fiber of my being was consumed by him—his taste, his scent, the heat of his body pressed against mine.

I deepened the kiss, my body alive with electric need. The faint taste of mint lingered on his tongue as he devoured me, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

“My room,” I moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps for air.

As if waiting for that invitation, Maddox’s hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them firmly. With effortless strength, he lifted me, carrying me as though I weighed nothing. His lips never left mine, his kiss growing rougher, more demanding as he made his way to my room.

His hands roamed my body, their touch igniting every nerve as I clung to him. My fingers explored the expanse of his back and his shoulders, desperate to hold him as close as possible. My thoughts blurred into pure sensation, every rational part of me dissolving under his touch.

With a swift kick, Maddox pushed the door open and stepped inside, shutting it behind him without breaking our kiss.

He threw me onto the bed, the world spinning as my back hit the soft mattress. My head dangled over the edge, my feet near the pillows, but I didn’t care—I couldn’t. Not when Maddox’s body covered mine, his weight grounding me in the storm of sensation.

His mouth was on me again, stealing my breath, my sanity, and whatever fragments of control I thought I had left. His lips moved with a desperate intensity, pulling me further into the abyss, and I surrendered willingly.

His hand moved to the thin strap of my white tank top, and with a sharp tug, the fabric tore apart leaving my bare breasts exposed to his ravenous gaze. I gasped as the other strap met the same fate, the shredded remains of my top falling to the floor in tatters.

Heat surged through my cheeks, and I instinctively raised my hands to cover myself. But Maddox was faster. His strong grip captured my wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed.

“Don’t,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my jawline, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses in their wake. The heat of his breath sent shivers coursing through my body as his tongue flicked against my earlobe.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot, making me moan and arch into him. His grip on my wrists tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep me in place as his gaze burned into mine.

“Am I clear?”

Unable to find words, I nodded, completely at his mercy.

I would do anything he asked, anything to stay in this moment. It should be illegal—the way Maddox made me feel, the way he awakened parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

He claimed my mouth again, his kiss deep and consuming. His tongue danced against mine, sending waves of heat spiraling through my body.

His free hand slid down, his rough fingers grazing my sensitive skin. He teased one nipple, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it before pinching it gently, then tugging.

A strangled moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his kiss. The sensations were too much, yet not enough.

He easily captured both of my wrists with one hand, pinning them above my head near the edge of the bed. His grip was firm yet deliberate, leaving no room for escape—not that I wanted any. His other hand descended from my breast, trailing down my torso until his fingers teased the elastic of my short skirt.

“I like this,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as his dark eyes took in the fabric. “I might keep it on you while I fuck you.”

I clenched my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing and slow the wild pounding of my heart. But it was futile—Maddox had unraveled me completely.

Even the thought of my mother, asleep just a few rooms away, couldn’t dampen the blaze spreading through me.

Nothing mattered except the way his hands felt against my fevered skin, each touch dragging me deeper into a world I couldn’t escape— and didn’t want to.

In one fluid motion, he flipped me over, pressing my stomach against the mattress and raising my hips into the air. The sudden change left me gasping, my senses heightened by the cool air brushing against my bare thighs. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his presence—looming, dominant, and electrifying.

He hovered over me like the nightmare I’d fought against, only to crave when I was alone. There was no gentleness in his touch— it was primal, untamed, and greedy.

He fisted the fabric of my skirt, pushing it up to my waist, exposing my most vulnerable parts to him. The warmth of his breath danced across my skin as his fingers pressed into the curve of my hips, leaving behind a delicious ache that I didn’t want to end.

A gasp escaped my lips when his thumb slid along my soaked slit, his touch sending shock waves through my body. I arched instinctively, wordlessly begging for more. My back met the hard press of his bulge, covered but unyielding, as it rested against my naked skin.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” he muttered, his tone dark and possessive, as though the words were meant more for himself than for me. His tattooed hands gripped me firmly, squeezing, caressing, and then delivering a sharp slap that sent a jolt of heat coursing through my body.

‘‘Has anyone ever fucked it?”

I bit my lip to stifle the needy sound threatening to escape when his palm landed again, harder this time. The sting left a trail of heat that burned against my skin, no doubt painting it red with his mark.

‘‘No.’’

The thought had never even crossed my mind before. Sure, my first boyfriend had hinted at it once, but the idea had terrified me so much that I shut it down immediately.

Maddox hummed thoughtfully, his hands kneading my ass cheeks with deliberate pressure.

“Do you want to know a little secret?”

His voice was low, rough, and brimming with temptation. I didn’t respond, too caught in the heat radiating from his body and the sound of his belt sliding open. My breath hitched.

‘’I’ve imagined this too many times to fucking count,” he confessed. “I’ve pictured you like this—naked, spread out, completely at my mercy.”

My hips betrayed me, rolling once, then twice, desperate for relief. I was mortified by how wet I was, the thin fabric of my thong growing slick with each involuntary movement.

A sharp smack landed on my ass, jolting me forward— a gasp escaped my lips. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging gently but firmly, forcing my head up. My gaze landed on the mirror across from the bed.

And there he was.

Maddox towered over me, his dark, piercing eyes locking onto mine through the reflection. His belt hung loose, his pants unfastened, teasing what was to come. His shirt clung to his flexed muscles, a stark contrast to my disheveled state—half-naked, flushed, and helplessly exposed before him.

“Eyes on me, Allyn,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive.

Without breaking our locked gaze, he reached down and tore my thong away, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the room. The discarded scrap fell to the floor, forgotten.

“I want you to watch me,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he kicked his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.

“Watch me as I fuck you.”

I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.

The intensity in his eyes held me captive, a promise of both pleasure and punishment in every movement. My chest rose and fell rapidly as his fingers traced a slow path down my spine, his touch igniting every nerve.

And then I saw him in the mirror—completely unrestrained, his body a perfect storm of power and desire.

Oh. My. God.

How in the world was this going to fit?

His size was overwhelming, every inch of him hard and imposing. Everything about Maddox King was larger than life, and this was no exception.

It was almost unfair how captivating he looked—rolling a condom down his thick length with practiced ease, his dark hair falling over his forehead, lips parted in concentration.

I couldn’t look away, utterly mesmerized. When he moved closer, the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance, sliding up and down my folds in a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamned wet.”

His hand gripped my hip, holding me firmly in place. The other guided his cock along my slit, spreading my wetness with deliberate intent. My heart pounded in my chest with each stroke.

I arched my back, desperate and breathless. “Please,” I whimpered, barely recognizing my own voice.

Through the mirror, his dark eyes met mine, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

“Please what, Allyn?” he asked, his tone mocking yet intoxicating.

“I want you,” I managed, my voice a broken whisper. “I want you inside me.”

His smirk deepened as he continued rubbing his tip against me, my body involuntarily jerking with every touch.

“I like it when you beg.”

And then, without warning, he thrust into me in one hard stroke.

The sound that tore from my throat was part cry, part moan. My nails digging into the silky sheets beneath me.

He didn’t stop, pushing deeper, filling me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. My walls stretched to accommodate him, the intensity of the sensation leaving me gasping for air.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers tightening on my hip as he buried himself deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I clung to the sheets, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness, my body trembling with the effort to take him. Each inch was a new challenge, a mix of pleasure and exquisite torment that had my head spinning.

And through it all, his gaze never left mine in the mirror, his dark eyes locked on my reflection as he claimed every inch of me.

As his hands gripped my hips, he pulled me down onto him just as he thrust upward, the force making our bodies connect in a way that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. My pussy stretched around him, slick and welcoming, until every inch of him was buried inside me.

“Damn it,” he rasped, his head falling back, eyes closed, pure bliss etched across his features. “You feel so fucking good.”

And then, almost as if he were chastising himself, his eyes snapped open, dark and smoldering.

“Of course, you feel fucking good,” he bit out, his tone edged with frustration, like it was my fault he was losing control.

He punctuated the words with sharp deliberate thrusts, each one harder than the last. My cries filled the room, rising in pitch with every snap of his hips against me.

His hand fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Quiet.”

His free hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the sounds spilling from my lips.

‘‘Shut your mouth before your mommy comes up here and sees you—ass in the air, getting fucked like the needy little brat you are.”

The heat of his words hit me like a wave.

A delicious mix of humiliation and arousal that left me trembling. My muffled cries turned to desperate hums of agreement as I nodded, his grip on my head keeping me pinned in place.

When he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate motion, I felt every inch of him inside me, hitting spots that made my walls clench tightly around him. My eyes rolled back, tears pricking at the corners from the overwhelming sensation.

“If I take my hand away, are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet for me?”

I hummed my agreement, biting down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from making another sound.

His hand slipped away from my mouth, lingering just long enough to make sure I’d follow through on my promise. And then he moved again— slower this time, deeper.

His hands are back on my hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts into me, sending sharp zings of pleasure and pain up and down my spine. I swear I can feel him deep in my belly with each thrust.

There’s a wet slap every time his hips meet my ass, and that sound is so filthy—I’m sure it will become a permanent fixture in my mind.

“Such a good girl for me, being so quiet as you take my cock.”

He drops his voice to whisper in my ear.

“You like how full I make you feel, princess?”

“Maddox.” I whimper his name like a desperate prayer.

His hand presses my head into the mattress, fucking me with the same raw intensity he carries in every part of him.

“You wanted this, yeah?” He groans, pounding into me relentlessly. “So fucking take it.”

I bite my lip so hard the taste of blood floods my mouth, covering it with my hand to keep from crying out as, without warning, my mind and body are engulfed in unending, explosive pleasure.

I fall apart from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. And he didn’t even touch my clit. I was mind-blown. I’ve never had an orgasm without external stimulation, but Maddox made me come harder than I’ve ever come before, just with his massive cock.

It was hard to catch my breath after that.

I was a mess, sprawled out on the bed, barely able to keep my eyes open. Maddox gripped my ass so hard, his fingerprints marking my skin as he fucked me like he hated me.

He was using my body however he pleased. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with my juices, filled the otherwise quiet room.

‘‘Fucking hell.’’

Maddox cursed under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. He yanked me hard onto his length, then wrapped a muscled arm around my waist, gripping my throat and pressing my head back against his shoulder so I couldn’t move.

My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolling back in my head as Maddox thrusts into me, savage and relentless. I cry out, soaring over the peak of a new climax, clenching around his cock.

His fingers dug into my skin, and with one last powerful thrust, he froze inside me the same moment a second orgasm conquered my body.

I watched his face unfold in the mirror’s reflection.

It was mouthwatering—his muscles flexing as the orgasm washed over his face. His dark hair clung to his forehead, a drop of sweat trailing down his face.

My ass burns, and I can bet I have his hand prints on my cheeks.

And he will leave a permanent mark on me.