CHAPTER 22
C HAPTER 22
ALLYN
The myth is that people make the worst mistakes after midnight.
Maybe that’s true, because here I am—three in the morning, walking quietly toward Maddox’s office, my heart pounding with every step.
I found out from Lara that Maddox would be working through the night in his office, and a decision made in the heat of the moment had me pushing forward with this visit.
I haven’t seen him since we returned from Italy, and I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or annoyed about that.
Angelo’s not home, which, considering everything that happened, might be a blessing.
I still haven’t gotten around to finishing that conversation with him, but I push it to the back of my mind.
The mansion is eerily quiet, as always at this hour, and I pause outside his door, seeing the faint glow of light coming from beneath it.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
The muffled sound of his voice reaches me first, low but laced with an edge like he’s frustrated or angry.
Then, just as quickly, the room falls silent.
I stand there, heart in my throat, wondering if this is a mistake. My mind screams at me to turn around, to leave before it’s too late, but before I can even make up my mind, the door swings open.
And there he is.
Dark, brooding, the very picture of danger.
Every time I see him, my stomach flutters—whether I want to admit it or not. There’s something magnetic about him, like I’m drawn to the chaos he carries inside.
His eyes narrow when he sees me, his brows furrow in confusion, but there’s a flicker of something else in his gaze. That familiar raw energy.
“What are you doing here?”
His voice is rough and sharp. He doesn’t even hide his disbelief as he looks me up and down like I’ve done something insane by simply showing up.
But still, he steps back, making way for me to enter. His hand rests on the door frame, and I feel the weight of his stare on me as the door clicks shut behind me.
“Did something happen?”
His deep voice is softer than I expected, almost… worried? It’s strange, and I find myself caught off guard by it. I turn to face him, shaking my head.
“No, I just couldn’t sleep.”
“And you decided to come here?”
I can’t bring myself to explain any further, so all I do is nod.
It’s late—way too late—and I’m tired of the pretending.
I’m tired of acting like the thoughts of this man aren’t haunting my mind, more than I ever want to admit. I’m tired of convincing myself that what happened between us was a mistake when I’m aching for it to happen again. I don’t care that it’s wrong and I don’t care that it’s a boundary I shouldn’t cross.
At this moment, I want him twice as much because I know I shouldn’t. Maddox walks past me, dismissing me almost entirely as he sits down behind his desk. His gaze doesn’t linger on me, and for a second, I wonder if this is a test.
“Go to your room, Allyn.” His words are sharp, and the coldness in them stings. “It’s late, and I have work to do.”
“At three in the morning?”
“Yes,” he replies curtly, flipping through a folder, his eyes scanning the papers with a tired, absent gaze.
He looks like someone who hasn’t slept in days—his hair a mess, eyes swollen and dark, as if he’s been consumed by something other than work. And for some reason, that stirs something inside of me, something I can’t ignore. Suddenly, a sense of boldness overtakes me.
I walk around his desk, moving behind him, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. His body tenses beneath my touch, his muscles stiffening, but he doesn’t push me away.
It’s as if he’s too tired of pretending he doesn’t want this too. I feel the way his fingers tighten around the pencil in his hand, but still, he doesn’t stop me.
He breathes out— a heavy, almost painful exhale.
“What are you doing, Allyn?”
“You look tired.”
My fingers pressed into his shoulders, slowly massaging them. He remained silent for a moment, only letting out soft, barely audible groans as I continued, his body instinctively leaning into my touch.
Without thinking, I spun his chair so that we were face to face, his sharp gaze meeting mine. His expression was unreadable, but I saw the flicker of something darker in his eyes. I smiled innocently, though my heart raced with a forbidden excitement.
“Will you let me help you?”
It was pure madness. It was insane to even be here, with my hands on him, but he was just as tangled in this mess as I was. And I could see that now, in the way he didn’t push me away.
His reaction was immediate—a low groan, filled with something that was both frustrated and needy. I kissed him— urgently, hungrily, letting everything that had been building between us spill out in that kiss.
It had been too long. Far too long.
And when his lips met mine, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I missed him—missed this, and in some twisted way, I missed the way he made me feel. His lips were soft but insistent against mine, and I felt a strange rush of satisfaction as he kissed me back, equally eager. But then, his voice broke through the kiss, low and commanding.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, Allyn,” he said. “If you really want to help me, get on your knees.”
The cruelty in his words should have pushed me away. It should have made me stop. B ut instead, it only made me burn hotter. I didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate. I didn’t care that it was wrong or dangerous—if anything, it made me want him more.
My breath caught as I met his gaze. The darkness in his eyes reflected my own, raw and unfiltered.
Desire.
No regret. Not an ounce of hesitation. Only a silent command.
I sank to my knees before him, my body obedient, my gaze never leaving his. The satisfaction that flickered in his eyes was enough to send a thrill through me. This wasn’t just about control—it was about surrendering to something neither of us could fight. He reached down, gripping my hair with rough hands, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t suppress the wince of pleasure that escaped my lips.
“Who knew you could be such a good, obedient girl?” he muttered, a dark smirk settling on his lips. “Let’s see how long it will take to mess up that pretty little face of yours.”
I swallowed, my mouth dry, craving a taste. He stared down at me, pulling my hair slightly, urging me on.
“Undo my belt.”
With trembling hands, I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. It sprang free, hard, and ready for me. I could see the veins, massive and prominent, just like everything about him. The final tug of my hair was a warning, making it clear he wouldn’t be gentle. And I was ready for that challenge. I wanted to please him more than I needed air.
“At my pace,” his deep voice resonated through the room. I nodded, glancing up through my lashes. “Open your mouth for me, Allyn.”
I parted my lips, but he didn’t wait for me to fully open before guiding me down his length, pushing me deeper, making me choke as I felt him hit the back of my throat.
His low, throaty moans filled the office, and he tugged at my hair so I could look up at him with teary eyes. There was something magnetic in his gaze, something that held me captive, as he slowly pushed forward, watching every inch of him disappear.
He pulled out and slid in again, maintaining a steady pace— as if savoring the sight of me taking him more than anything else.
I enjoyed it too, feeling completely immersed in the moment. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, like an intoxicating ecstasy—it was addictive. I let him take control, and he fully indulged, using my mouth for his pleasure.
His eyes were fixed on my lips, watching me take him deeper with every thrust. A few low moans escaped his lips, mingling with my choking sounds as he took what he wanted. I swirled my tongue around him, sucking harder, taking all of him— everything he had to give.
‘‘You are so good at taking my cock,” he murmurs, sliding in my mouth again, his face satisfied with the view as I looked up at him with watered eyes, saliva all over my face.
“Your mouth is made to be fucked by me.”
I blushed, my pussy throbbing with the need for release as he moved my head up and down his length.
“Do you like me using your mouth, princess?”
I nodded, sucking him harder to prove to him how much I like it.
‘‘Such a good girl,’’ he praised me, but I was captivated by the view.
He looked like a real King with his thighs spread, with his cock in my mouth, his hand tugging my hair while the other gripped the edge of the chair.
He let his head fall back, his neck working with each swallow, his lips parted open and I almost came just by this picture. Knowing I’m the one doing this to him is only making me go harder. I want to see him lose control.
The grip on my hair loosened and I took the chance, bobbing my head up and down along his length, swirling my tongue around it as I took as much as I could from him. I took him all in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat, repeating this action several times as I massaged his balls with my free hand.
“Fuck, Allyn,” he moaned loudly, looking down at me, breathing heavily, his hair messy, his forehead sweaty, “You are such a good cock sucker, princess.”
I moaned around him. Our eyes stayed locked the entire time, as if he was taking pictures with his eyes.
‘‘Fuck, I’m going to come and I’m going to do it in that pretty mouth of yours.’’
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.