Sinful Pleasure (Sinful #1)

CHAPTER 45

C HAPTER 45

ALLYN

Feelings are weakness.

Mikael hammered those words into my mind during my training over the past few months. Each time he said it, the phrase took root deeper in my soul until I believed it as an undeniable truth.

I’ve learned to suppress my emotions, locking them away in a tiny, impenetrable box deep inside me. With no feelings, there’s no pain.

No surprises. No vulnerabilities. I was untouchable.

Or so I thought. That illusion shattered the moment my life crossed paths with Maddox King again.

For months, my hatred for him and his family had been my driving force. It fueled my every step, a fire in my chest I could not extinguish. I fed the darkness inside me, honing it into a weapon meant to destroy them.

I wanted them to suffer. Maddox King didn’t deserve the hold he still had on me—not after everything he did.

And yet, here I was, sitting outside the villa he rented, clutching the slip of paper he gave me. I t surprised me that the place wasn’t guarded. I expected a fortress, but yet again — is Maddox King.

He didn’t need anyone to protect him.

That confidence makes him even more dangerous.

It should make this easier. But it didn’t.

I knocked.

The door opened almost instantly, faster than I expected, like he’d been waiting on the other side, anticipating my arrival. His dark eyes swept over me, and the faintest grin tugs at his lips—a grin that felt like an invitation to step into the devil’s lair.

And so I do.

He stepped aside, granting me entry, and I walk into the dimly lit suite. Shadows dance across the walls, and the faint scent of leather and whiskey lingers in the air.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you,” his hoarse voice cuts through the silence behind me, low and rough like gravel. “Despite my invitation.”

I didn’t respond immediately, keeping my back to him as I took in my surroundings. My mind was screaming at me to leave, to run as far from him as I could. But my feet wouldn’t move.

The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in. It’s a large space, with a huge window offering a view of the city from above, right in front of me.

“We’ve already established that you’re not good at thinking.” I turned around to find him with his arms crossed over his chest, muscles rippling through his white t-shirt.

It’s a rare occasion to see him not wearing a suit, but just a regular t-shirt and shorts. The playful grin on his lips held my attention longer than I’d like.

Why he has to be so goddamn so handsome? It should be illegal.

Why is he so strikingly beautiful when his soul is a devil’s playground?

And why, oh why, did I have to notice all of this?

The tattoos on his skin are just the cherry on top, and I find it hard to look away.

Allyn, concentrate.

“I can name a few things I’m good at, though,” his grin widened, watching my face flush under his comment.

I knew exactly what he had in mind, and I hate how right he is.

I shook my head, burying these sinful thoughts deep inside. I can’t let him win this time.

I rummaged through my pocket.

“I’m not here for a sweet little reunion,” I said, finding what I was looking for and pulling it out. “Give this back to your brother from me.”

I dropped the small red box at his feet. His eyes followed it as it fell, his brows furrowing in confusion.

He looked up at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Your brother sent it to Mikael a few weeks ago,” I said, recalling how angry I’d been when Mikael told me. He laughed at Angelo’s pathetic gesture, but I hadn’t. I’d been furious.

“He still holds onto the hope that the wedding might happen,” I added with a sneer, but the way Maddox’s eyes darkened showed he didn’t find my words amusing at all.

I was stunned when I learned about the “gift” my father received.

I initially thought the Kings were trying to use this to avoid the war they had started, but now, looking at the furious and confused Maddox standing before me, it’s clear he has no idea about it.

Although Angelo and I never officially ended our engagement, I have never truly been Angelo’s fiancée, even with his ring on my finger.

“And would you want to?”

Maddox’s sharp voice caught me off guard, cutting through the room with its coldness as he stared down at the ring with disdain.

“Would I want what?”

“Marry him.”

“No, I want nothing to do with your family.”

“But you’re still his fiancée on paper.”

“No, I’m not. The contract was made between your father and a man who has nothing to do with me,” I fired back, feeling my blood boil. “My father is alive, and the last thing he’ll want is for me to be handed over to someone in the King family.”

Maddox took a step toward me, looming over me like a haunting shadow I couldn’t escape—and couldn’t look away from.

“But you’ve already been in the hands of someone in the King family,” he reminded me, as he took another slow, agonizing step closer. I didn’t move back, even though everything inside me screamed to do so.

“More than once, to be specific.”

I took a deep breath, the air in my lungs cut short by his proximity.

“It was a mistake.”

My whole body trembled. My legs wouldn’t move, not when my full attention was focused on the way Maddox stared down at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made it feel like he was desperate to reach out for me.

He stopped when his shoes brushed against mine.

“It didn’t sound like a mistake to me when you were screaming my name,” He muttered, tilting his head to the side. I clenched my fists, my face burning under his heated stare.

“As far as I can remember, you enjoyed it a lot.”

“I don’t remember a single thing.’’ I lied shamelessly. “The other men who fucked me erased the memory of you from my mind.”

It was a big, fat lie, pathetic even. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve kissed enough men in these past few months to know none of them kiss like Maddox.

They can’t set my body on fire with just one touch. They can’t drive me crazy with just their scent. They don’t have the warmth of his lips or his body. And I’m ashamed to admit that I never crossed the line beyond kissing with them.

I just couldn’t let them in, as if something was stopping me. Maddox King, the man I despise, was inked into my brain, no matter how hard I tried to erase him. That’s exactly why I preferred to take care of myself and not waste my time with other men.

They just weren’t him.

Maddox’s eyes darkened, like death itself, and in an instant, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing so hard it stole the air from my lungs, making me choke as he pressed me against the nearby wall.

“Say it again,” he growled in a low voice, giving me a moment to catch my breath only to take it away again, tightening his grip on my throat.

“Come on, princess. I fucking dare you. Say it again.”

I wanted to, just to rub it in his face.

But his grip was tight enough to cut off my words, leaving me gasping for air. He leaned closer, his minty hot breath spilling over my lips—so damn close to mine, yet so far.

“You think you can play with the big wolves now, huh? Just because your daddy said so?” he snarled against my lips, tightening his grip until I nearly saw stars.

I was choking, yet the campfire in my belly turned into a raging bonfire at my core. Just another proof of how sick and twisted I am around this man.

His grip on my throat loosened, forcing me to gasp for air, but his body still pressed me hard against the wall.

“But your daddy is wrong, princess. And if you don’t watch that little mouth of yours, the wolves will eat you alive.”

“Fuck you,” I spat, still coughing and struggling to breathe.

His wicked laugh hit me in the face.

“You already did,” he smirked. “My scent is all over your body, and you fucking know it. I can bet that the pathetic excuses of men you’ve fucked smelled it too. ”

“You’re so full of yourself. All you Kings are the same.”

I tried to push him away—to free myself from his trap, but his body was like a wall glued to mine, not budging an inch. So, I decided to push him further.

“I bet Angelo can fuck me better than you.”

It was just to push his buttons, to make him feel disgusted enough to let me go. Never for a second did the thought of fucking Angelo cross my mind. Even when I was his fiancée, his brother was the one in my thoughts. Always.

But instead of pulling away, his fingers gripped my face roughly, pressing my cheeks together, his breath hot and heavy against my lips—as if he were trying to control himself.

“Is that why you opened your legs for me and not for him, little brat?” he mumbled, his fingers leaving imprints on my cheeks.

It shouldn’t have turned me on, but I was so damn aroused— I could feel how drenched my panties were.

“You still haven’t learned your lesson to keep that fucking mouth shut.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I challenged him.

“I’ll make you.”

And once again, he cut my air short, but this time while crashing his lips to mine—rough and hard.

There was nothing sweet or gentle in this kiss, nothing tender in his actions. He kissed me like he wanted to eat me alive. It was tongue, teeth, and moan after moan—and that was exactly what I wanted right now.

I kissed him back with everything I had in me, my body burning in his arms, begging for more.

I knew I should push him away and run out of this room for good, but instead, I threaded my fingers through his messy, soft hair, pulling him closer. His mouth moved against mine, hot and demanding, his tongue playing with mine with force and need.

The little satin red dress I was wearing quickly fell to the ground like a rag as Maddox tore it in two with ease, leaving me in nothing but my red panties. I gasped, but the sound was muffled by his tongue, finding its way into my mouth again. My hands slipped under his white shirt, skimming his hot skin, his muscles tightening against my touch.

Maddox allowed me to remove the shirt from his body, and my hands found their way to his skin, loving how soft it felt against my fingers.

While still kissing me, he tore my panties, his rough hand cupping my soaked pussy. I gasped at the touch, the pulsing ache between my legs growing unbearable.

“So fucking wet for me,” he purred against my neck, his tongue sliding over my skin and leaving a wet trail.

I tilted my head back, baring my neck to give him better access.

“Do you remember now, princess?”

The bitterness in his voice intertwined with the rough strokes of his thumb on my clit and the heat of his lips on my neck.

My eyes fluttered shut. I’d tried to fight him off, to push him away, but I surrendered pathetically in his arms. Maddox slipped two fingers inside me effortlessly—as if they belonged there. Each thrust was harder than the last, hitting that sweet spot and making my body tremble against him.

I cried out, shaking in his grasp as his fingers fucked me rough and relentless. My hands clung to his shoulders for dear life, one leg wrapping around his waist to give him better access.

“Could my dear brothers make you moan this loud, hmm, princess?” he taunted, adding a third finger.

He twisted them inside me, picking up his pace as his thumb teased my clit, playing with my nerves in ways that made me lose my mind.

“These men you’ve been with—did they make you a mess on their fingers like you are now on mine?”

My nails dug into his shoulders as a powerful orgasm tore through me, waves of euphoria sending my body into overdrive. I came hard, my breath hitching as the heat of ecstasy consumed me, crying out his name while his fingers drove me higher.

“You came on my fingers pretty damn hard for someone who hates me, princess.”

He withdrew his fingers, spreading my juices over my folds before raising them to my lips and shoving them into my mouth. The sudden motion made me choke as his fingers hit the back of my throat.

Still, I wrapped my lips around them, sucking and licking them clean, tasting my own arousal under his cold, approving gaze.

“Do you think you deserved to come after all the bullshit you said?” I shook my head, his fingers still buried deep in my mouth.

Maddox pulled them out, letting me breathe, but the reprieve was short-lived as his lips claimed mine again. He lifted me into his arms, his hardness pressing against my body.

He carried me to the couch, hesitating briefly before letting me slide to the floor and forcing me to my knees. He removed his shorts and boxers in one swift motion, leaning down to steal another kiss.

“Brats with big mouths don’t deserve to be fucked gentle,” he growled, his hand fisting in my hair. He flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air. “Put your hands behind your back.”

My body obeyed instinctively, every thought drowned out by the heat of the moment. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, but I didn’t want to stop. I’d come here with a clear plan, but it was unraveling into something far more dangerous.

My legs instinctively part wider as he settles between them, my arousal spilling freely, smearing against my core.

Before I can brace myself, two long, calloused fingers trace down my spine, their rough path sending shivers through me. When they reach the spot between my thighs, they tease my clit briefly before thrusting into me without warning. I gasp, my stomach clenching as my cheek presses harder against the floor.

Maddox curls his fingers inside me, each movement deliberate and unrelenting. The sloppy, wet sounds of his fingers plunging into my pussy fills the room like a sinful melody.

“You’re making such a mess, brat,” he growls, his free hand landing a hard smack on my ass. The sting blossoms into heat, a red mark surely inked into my skin. “Such a greedy pussy.”

His fingers pump in and out of me, hard and fast, his thumb expertly flicking over my clit in maddening circles.

The intensity has my hips bucking against him, riding his hand as my lips press into a trembling line, my eyes rolling back.

When my orgasm crashes over me, it’s raw and all-consuming, leaving me powerless against the floor. I can’t stop the moans spilling from my lips, no longer able to muffle them. Maddox presses my cheek harder into the floor, holding me firmly in place as I come undone.

His fingers slide out, leaving a frustrating emptiness behind, only for his hand to smack my ass again, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. Pain and pleasure blur together when he bites down on the tender, reddened skin, his teeth grazing the heat he left behind.

I don’t get a moment to recover. The realization hits me only when the emptiness is suddenly filled again—but this time, it’s his cock, thrusting into me in one brutal, unyielding stroke.

There’s no barrier between us, nothing but skin and heat and him. I scream, the sound a mix of pain, shock, and overwhelming pleasure. My cry earns a guttural groan from him as he stills for just a moment, the weight of him settling over me in a way that feels all-consuming.

He is so big, so hard, and so rough inside me.

He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or adjust to the way his size stretches and tears into my pussy with every thrust. His rhythm is merciless—fast and hard—driving into me as if he wants to punish me.

My knees scrape against the floor, raw from the friction, while one of his hands pins my wrists behind my back like makeshift handcuffs. His other hand presses my head down, forcing my cheek against the cold ground as he fucks me harder, faster— like he hates me.

I clench around him, unable to stop myself, my body betraying me with its eagerness. I hear my own muffled pleas escape, broken and shameless.

“Please… faster… more.”

“A big mouth just to end up on the floor begging to be fucked like a slut.”

The cruel edge in his voice sends a hot jolt of pleasure down my spine. Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. I feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, spreading my slickness over my abused pussy as he plays with me.

“Tell me, princess… are you a slut?”

“No!” I cry out, desperate to feel him inside me again. My body is burning with frustration, teetering on the edge of release, but he stole it away.

“Please, Maddox!”

“But you beg like one.”

His words are a low, taunting growl as he slowly, almost torturously, slides the tip of his cock into me before pulling back out. The agonizing tease has me letting out a tortured cry, my body trembling.

“Don’t sluts beg for cock just like you’re doing now?”

“Maddox, please! I can’t—” I choke on the words, my voice a desperate whisper mingled with a sob.

It’s like I’ve forgotten everything else.

“Admit it,” he growls, his voice laced with a dark, unrelenting authority.

He presses the tip of his cock into me again, shallow and taunting, while his hand presses my head harder against the ground.

“Admit you’re my slut, and you’ll get what you’re begging for.”

The way he emphasizes the word ‘’my’’ sends shivers through me, as if claiming me is the only thing tethering him to sanity. It’s almost as if hearing it from my lips—hearing that I’m his is the one thing that will push him over the edge. And right now, I would say anything just to feel him inside me.

That’s how messed up I am because of Maddox King.

“I’m your slut, Maddox,” I blurt out, my voice trembling, tears threatening to spill. “Just… please… fuck me.”

That was all he needed. With one brutal thrust, he filled me, stretching me to the point of delicious pain, claiming every inch of me.

We both moaned, the sound raw and primal, echoing in the room. He drove deep, filling the aching void inside me.

“Damn right you are,” he growled, his voice a low rumble as his hips snapped forward, the force behind each thrust sending a ripple through my body.

“You beg like you’re mine.”

“Yes… yours. Faster… please,” I pleaded, my voice breaking as my nails scraped against the ground.

I caught a glimpse of him—his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his lips slightly parted, and his dark eyes locked on the place where he disappeared inside me. It was raw, dirty, and impossibly intimate.

Exactly what I’d been craving for months.

“I should probably make a video for Angelo,” he sneered, his words laced with dark amusement. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up, forcing my head off the floor. His breath was hot against my ear, his voice dripping with desire.

“What do you think, princess? Should I show him the woman he’s so desperate to marry? Bent over and fucked on the ground, screaming my name, begging for my cock.”

The humiliation in his words only fanned the flames, pushing me closer to the brink. His pace turned feral, his cock pounding into me deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot with unrelenting precision.

By the time his rhythm grew erratic, I was right there with him, a wordless gasp shaping my lips as waves of pleasure surged through me. He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his hot breath making my body tighten around him once more.

My third orgasm came quickly, overwhelming me as his hips ground into mine. I cried out in pleasure as Maddox drove harder, fucking me through my release and holding me firmly in place.

“Dirty little girl, you came just by the thought of that,” he taunted through a laugh, smacking my ass again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It turns you on being my personal slut.’’

I’m sick to my stomach to admit it, but it’s the truth. This man fucked me up for everyone else.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he mumbled, slapping my ass repeatedly until it turned red, then squeezing it as he pounded harder inside me.

“I’m going to come inside you so you can go home to your daddy and keep making plans to ruin me while my cum still leaks out of you.”

Oh. My.

After a few more seconds, his body tensed, his eyes closing as he came. His cock pulsed inside me, and he let out a guttural moan.

His warm liquid filled me as he continued to fuck me slowly, making sure it was all inside.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered. ‘’Your greedy pussy took every drop of my cum.”

“Fuck you, Maddox.”

I barely had the strength to speak as he pulled out of me. I was still a panting wreck on the ground, my pussy filled with his cum, and little drops fell from me down the back of my thighs.

It took me a few minutes to recover from everything, but when I did, reality hit me in the face. S hame washed over me as I sat naked on the ground, realizing I didn’t even have clothes to wear.

He ripped everything off.

Maddox seemed to read my thoughts, tossing me his white shirt. His eyes followed me as I moved.

He pulled on his shorts and took a seat on the couch, his hair messy and sweaty, giving him that “freshly fucked” look. Every muscle on his body flexed under the sweat, his tattoos a sinful sight.

“Do you still want to ruin me, princess?” His lips curled into a grin, and

I wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smirked, spreading his hands over the back of the couch, widening his thighs. I slipped on his shirt, covering my body from his gaze.

“You really are a dick, Maddox. After everything you did.”

“I didn’t do anything to you that you didn’t ask for.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Maddox King may be many things, but dumb isn’t one of them.

He knows exactly what he did to me — and what he’s been doing with his sick family for months.

“I know you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do,” he replied simply, keeping his eyes locked on mine as if trying to prove the worth of his words. “I don’t have a part in this shit.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “To get inside your pants? I’ve managed to do that without lying, Allyn.”

Egoistic motherfucker.

I rose to my feet, staring down at him.

“To protect your family.”

He laughed.

“Trust me, I want to ruin my father just as much as you do.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s your choice,” he nodded, getting up from the couch to face me. When he was inches away, he looked down at me, his eyes soft. “I don’t have anything to do with my father’s sick games.”

“What about Angelo?” I raised an eyebrow, causing him to tilt his head. “Did he have a part in this?”

“As far as I know, no, he didn’t,” he said, his gaze slipping to my lips for a second before returning to my eyes. “Why are you asking about him?”

“I want to know who I’ll have to kill, besides your father.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin—as if he was enjoying this.

“Would you kill me, princess?”

He was one breath away. So close I could almost taste him, and God, how badly I wanted to. I was delusional to think he wanted it too, the way he stared at me—almost as if he’d missed me.

Almost as if he’d been haunted by thoughts of me for the past few months. Almost as if my absence had been as painful for him as his had been for me, even after everything he’d done.

But I gathered my strength and looked him straight in the eyes.

“If I have to.”

I came here with a plan. I came here on a mission, and I won’t let my attraction and confused, fucked-up feelings get in the way.

Not this time.

Maddox’s grin vanished the moment my guards burst into the room, triggered by the button I pressed. A little button hidden in my bracelet.

Before he could even reach for his gun, my men had him, pushing him to the ground in the same position he’d had me in not long ago.

One of my men pressed a towel to his mouth, intoxicating him. His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, shifting with each second—hurt, surprise, betrayal, and finally, mostly, hatred. Chills ran down my spine at the coldness in his stare.

I was freed from his gaze when he closed his eyes, surrendering to the chemicals. I watched his unconscious body fall to the floor as my men lifted him to take him out of the room.

I could almost hear Mikael’s voice in my head saying

“Good job, Allyn.”

I did this for him. For us.

I did this for Lara.

But why, deep down inside, do I feel like I did something wrong? Why did my body shatter into pieces when I saw the shock and betrayal on Maddox’s face before he lost consciousness?

You did good, Allyn. You did what you had to fucking do.

Maybe if I keep repeating it to myself, I’ll believe it eventually.