CHAPTER 27
C HAPTER 27
ALLYN
A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts just as I was getting ready for bed.
It had been a long night, and I needed that bath to keep my sanity—and a good night’s sleep. Lydia left my room about an hour ago.
She was happier than I was about the engagement, always reminding me how thrilled she was that I’d be joining their family. She left after getting a text from some guy she planned to hook up with tonight.
Maybe she’d forgotten something.
I wrapped a towel around my body before heading to the door.
But when I opened the door, I was more than surprised to see Maddox standing there, leaning against the frame. He didn’t even glance at me as he walked into my room.
Okay, then.
I slowly closed the door and turned to face him. He stood in the middle of my room, arms crossed over his chest. He was still wearing the same suit from the celebration, even though everyone had left over an hour ago.
I waited for him to speak first, but he just stared at me, his chilling gaze never leaving my face.
It dawned on me that I was standing in front of him in nothing but a towel. As soon as the thought hit me, I instinctively pressed the thin fabric closer to my body. His eyes slid down to my chest, lingering long enough to make my cheeks flush.
“Take it off.” His eyes burned into the towel. I glanced down at it, then back at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not excused,” he snapped. “Now, take it off.”
“You’re crazy,” I muttered, cheeks flushing, gripping the towel tightly. “Everyone is here!’’
“My father and his wife left.”
His voice was sharp, impatient, as he took a step closer. My heart plummeted when he stopped just in front of me, leaning close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my face.
“Now, be a good girl and take the fucking towel off.”
He moved around me, his chest pressing against my naked back. A gasp escaped my lips from the unexpected contact.
“If you need someone to talk to, come find me, right? That’s what you said?”
His voice was mocking now, cruel and wicked, as he whispered in my ear, looming over me like I was his prey.
“You were so openly offering yourself to me” he said, his cold fingers brushing across my bare back. I gasped, his finger dragging downward, just grazing the end of the towel. “Who am I to decline such a generous offer?”
“I said… if you need someone to talk to, not—”
My words cut off when his finger tugged on my towel, lowering it by an inch.
“Not what?” he hissed in my ear.
I trembled, my body on fire, my nipples hard and every part of me waiting for his next move. His fingers tugged again, and this time, I didn’t stop him. The towel dropped to the floor with a soft thud, and the air seemed to freeze in my lungs. I thought my heart might explode.
He let out a low, dark laugh—so cruel, so frightening.
“You have no shame, do you, princess?”
His words were harsh and vulgar, cutting into me like blades. I could feel his anger from miles away. His lips brushed against my ear as his hand moved to squeeze my hardening nipple between his fingers.
“If you’re going to act like a whore, then I’ll gladly fuck you like one.”
He spat with venom, turning my body to face him. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging it roughly, pulling me closer to his lips.
“Now get down on your knees.”
Someone in their right mind would push him away, tell him to stop, and end this madness. Someone in their right mind would be offended by his vulgar words.
But the more time I spent around this man, the more I came to the conclusion that I was anything but normal, because I didn’t think twice before dropping to my knees in front of him, my body pulsing with excitement— mixed with adrenaline.
He gripped my chin with force, squeezing it like a vice, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ll take great pleasure making a mess of that pretty little face of yours.”
He worked his belt off, stripping his clothes away, his hard, angry cock springing free in front of my face.
He buried his hands in my hair, gripping tightly as he forced just the tip inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it like a lollipop.
“Suck,” he ordered, pushing an inch deeper. I obeyed, eagerly taking him in, swirling my tongue around his tip.
“Just like that,” he groaned, looking down at me with his mouth partly open.
I couldn’t help but moan as I sucked him. Seeing the pleasure written on his face and knowing I was the one bringing him to this point was enough to make me soak my panties. He tugged on my hair, pushing all the way back to my throat. It’s so big, stretching my mouth fully as I choked around it.
“Look at the way you’re taking my cock like the good little brat you are,” he groaned, getting harder with each swirl of my tongue.
“You fucking love sucking me off, don’t you, princess?”
I nodded, tears forming in my eyes as he held me by the hair, thrusting deeper into my mouth. Each thrust held anger, making sure to leave a mess on my face.
Saliva fell from the corner of my mouth, tears streaming down my face as I took everything he could offer me, muffling my chokes.
His free hand pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out around him. “Keep your eyes on me, little brat,” he demanded. “I want to see the mess I make on that pretty face.”
My hands rested against his hips, trying to relax my throat muscles.
With each thrust, he went deeper— as if to punish me, to see me cry. Sparks shot straight to my clit, a sign of how fucked up I truly was for enjoying this. He pulled away. Saliva dripped from my mouth, his cock glistening under the dim light.
Next thing I knew, I was pulled back onto my trembling legs and pushed onto the bed. He rolled on a condom on his length, climb on top of me, making space between my thighs for him.
It was the first time I saw him up close, face to face.
I was always turned away from him. I thought that was how he preferred it, and I was fine with that.
But now, he was staring at me, eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t quite figure out but desperately wanted to understand.
“I’ve never fucked a woman with her face facing mine. I’ve never done that shit.” His thumb grazed my lower lip as I felt him at my entrance. I held back my breath.
“But now I want you to keep your eyes on me, Allyn. I want you to watch me destroy your sweet little pussy.”
With one rough thrust, he sank inside me, stretching me around his length. His hand wrapped around my jaw, as he fed me every inch. He cursed under his breath, grabbing my hips as he pulled out and sank back home.
“That’s it, princess,” he mumbled, his attention fixed on where our bodies connected as one. I was mesmerized by how good he felt and how handsome he looked with his dark hair falling in front of his sweaty face.
How seductive his lips were as he fucked me into the mattress.
My nails dug into his biceps, desperately crying for more as I pulled him closer, yearning for his lips on mine.
Before I could kiss him, he pulled away, his eyes locking onto me like blades.
He rose to his knees, still inside me, his fingers tightening around my throat, pinning me to the bed.
The grip wasn’t too harsh, but it was enough to steal my breath.
‘‘Don’t you fucking dare do this again without my permission,’’ he growled, delivering one hard thrust as a warning, freezing inside me. ‘‘Am I fucking clear, brat?’’
I didn’t understand why I was so messed up. Why did his degrading words only draw me closer to the edge, making me ache to explode around him? He pounded in and out of me, his hand still gripping my throat, using me for his pleasure the same way he had with my mouth. Brutal, cruel, relentless.
The bed creaked beneath us, my tits bouncing with each forceful thrust. Maddox used his other hand to silence my cries. He was so deep, hitting the right spot with every move.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his muscles flexed. His gaze was focused where he fucked me into oblivion, and it was all too much. I exploded around him, my body rocking against his as he fucked me through my release.
‘‘Such a dirty little slut for me,’’ he murmured, pushing two fingers into my mouth. My lips wrapped around them, sucking them in. His eyes darkened. ‘‘You like being used like the greedy little slut you are, don’t you, princess?’’
I cried out, biting his finger as he stayed buried inside me, just rocking his hips.
‘‘Letting me fuck you, knowing my brother is only a few rooms away, peacefully sleeping while his innocent fiancée is being destroyed by my cock.’’
I whined, feeling a second orgasm building.
“Maddox,” I cried, but he slapped his other hand over my mouth, muffling my pleas.
This wasn’t just sex— it was pure hatred. It was animalistic, dirty, and completely fucked up—just like the two of us. My orgasm slammed into me with his next thrust, shaking me to my core.
He groaned, pulling out of me and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking himself, his length glistening with my juices.
“Down on your knees.”
I sank to the floor between him and the bed. Maddox let out a throaty moan, removing his condom as his sticky, warm release hit my face. He kept coming, covering every inch of my skin as if he were painting a masterpiece.
I licked him clean, savoring the mixed taste of us on my tongue.
When he was done, he sighed in relief and patted my cheek. I looked up at him through my lashes, my face still dripping with him.
He started dressing, his eyes fixed on me like he was admiring his handiwork. My legs were too weak to stand.
Once he was fully clothed—perfect as always—he stepped closer, his finger swiping some of his release from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I opened my mouth, sucking it clean.
He groaned, his hooded eyes watching me.
“Such a good fuck toy you are, princess. My brother is one lucky man.”
The malice in his words burned, each syllable meant to wound.
But before I could respond, he was gone. Just like that.
He left me there—naked, used, and covered in his release—as a cruel payback for reasons I couldn’t begin to understand.
“Angelo is one lucky man.”
If I thought Maddox King was an arrogant, heartless motherfucker before, now I have no doubts left.
And I’m done. So fucking done.
Enough is enough, Allyn.
It’s time to show this prick exactly who the hell you are.