Sinful Pleasure (Sinful #1)

CHAPTER 53

C HAPTER 53

ALLYN

Fear.

It surged through me like a jolt of electricity the moment I felt the cold gun pressed hard against my temple.

Real, visceral fear.

Here, hidden in the shadowed garden, alone with him, I could feel my life slipping away with every shallow breath.

He moved me effortlessly, pinning me against a nearby tree, his massive frame concealing me within the darkness of the night.

We were so close I could feel his breath against my skin, his hand clamped over my mouth while the other gripped the gun, holding me captive.

The barrel slid down agonizingly slowly, brushing over my pulse, pressing into the tender spot at my neck. His dark eyes watched me, sharp and satisfied. Cold, deadly, and utterly blank.

His gaze bore into me from behind a black mask that covered half his face. The scars near his mouth peeked out from beneath it—familiar, almost healed, but still a vivid reminder of my father’s cruelty.

“Now, I’m going to take my hand off your mouth,” he said, his voice low, rich, and menacing, pouring over my skin like liquid fire. “And you’re going to be a good girl and be quiet, if you want to live.”

I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Put your hands behind your back, and don’t move them.”

I obeyed, trembling under his watchful gaze.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, letting me draw a shaky, rasping breath, though the gun remained in place—a silent promise of the danger I was in.

I was alone, utterly at his mercy.

His eyes roamed my face, pausing on my lips with unnerving intent. My chest heaved with every quick, shallow breath, my heart racing faster than ever. The mask made him look even darker, more terrifying—if that was even possible. The gun moved lower, the cold metal grazing my exposed cleavage, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my voice shaking but steady enough to speak.

“Why are you here, Maddox?”

I kept my eyes locked on his, daring not to move. Any mistake could cost me my life. Yet I forced myself to hold on to a fragile thread of composure, though fear coiled tightly in my chest.

“I came to congratulate you on your engagement,” he tilts his head to the side, eerily reminiscent of the psychopaths in horror films— right before they strike. “Isn’t that what friends do?”

“We’re not friends,” I snap, my eyes fixed on the cold steel pressing into my skin.

His laugh is sharp and wicked, cutting through the silence like thunder. “Don’t do that, Allyn. You’ll hurt my feelings,” he mocks, his free hand brushing against my cheek.

A jarring contrast to Theo Stone’s earlier touch—gentle, genuine, and soft against my skin.

Maddox King touches me like he wants to destroy me. His fingers dug into my flesh, leaving phantom pain in their wake. Yet, despite his roughness, my body betrayed me, aching for the familiar chaos of his touch.

“But I fear you’ve already done that,” he growls, his voice low. “More than once.”

His thumb grazed my lower lip, deliberate and mocking, while the gun’s barrel pressed harder against the rapid beat of my pulse.

“Just do it.” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Kill me.”

“No,” he murmured, leaning in so close that I could feel the heat of his breath. His gaze locks onto mine, his pitch-black eyes consuming me.

“Not yet.”

A single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Maddox wiped it away with unsettling tenderness, as though he’s not the one who caused it.

“I’m here to take everything from you, princess,” he hisses, his fingers gripping my jaw like a vice. He pulls me even closer, his voice dripped with malice. “Everything I want. And I’ll make you watch while I fucking do it.”

“Mikael will have your head for this.”

His fingers dug deeper into my skin, his grip leaving invisible scars.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

But what I hate most is how much I still want him.

Even now. Even like this, with a gun pressed against my neck, my mind craves him. Maddox King is a sickness, a poison coursing through my veins. And I couldn’t stop it.

He curled his lips into a dark grin—one that would make even the most ruthless men flinch in fear.

“Don’t make promises you know can’t stick, princess,” he said, his fingers shifting from my jaw to the back of my neck. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back to force me to meet his gaze.

“I’m sick of the empty lies spilling from that little mouth of yours.”

In an instant, he spun me around, pressing my breasts hard into the tree. One of his hands yanked my head forward with brutal force, slamming my cheek against the rough bark, while the other shoved the gun into my waist, the cold metal a constant reminder of his power.

His body caged me from behind, holding me in place, and his free hand slowly wrapped around my throat, choking off my breath.

I felt his hard bulge digging into my ass. Holy shit.

I could scream. I could fight back.

He was vulnerable now—distracted. A single scream, and the guards would be here in seconds. I’d probably die by his hand, but so would he.

All I had to do was scream.

But I didn’t. I stayed silent, sealing my fate.

I didn’t want to. That was the sick truth.

My body craved this madness. It wanted more of his touch, even with the threat of the gun pressing into my side. Even though I knew he hated me.

It thrilled me. In the most twisted, fucked-up way, I liked it. And that, I realized, was proof enough of how far gone I was.

His fingers burned a path along my shoulder, slowly torturing their way down my curves. When he reached the slit in my dress, he lifted it, exposing my thigh, his hands continuing to explore the exposed skin.

I couldn’t see him, but I felt his rapid breathing on my neck.

My resistance crumbles completely when he slipped his hand under my dress, his thick finger dragging along my seam. I melted.

“You belong to another man, but your body still craves me,” he growled quietly, his lips so close to my ear that I shiver at their heat.

He moved my panties aside enough to touch me bare.

Electricity jolted through my body, every spasm radiating from his hand between my thighs.

He’s right. My body wanted him.

More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.

“Does your future husband know how ruined you are, princess?” he murmured.

A long, scalding finger dipped inside me, stretching my walls.

“Does he know who you belonged to before him?” To prove his point, his thumb spreads my arousal to my clit, circling it slowly.

I couldn’t remember my own name, let alone how to escape this moment. Maddox adds a second finger, filling me as he strokes lavishly, teasing the building pressure inside me. I gasped for air as his next thrust made my nails dig into the wood beneath me.

“I belonged to Angelo King, and he knows it.”

A third finger entered me roughly, sinking deep. He fucked me with savage precision, his fingers claiming me completely.

The click of a gun froze me in place.

Fear and excitement flooded my body in equal measure.

“You belonged to me. Never my brother,” he growled.

His thumb circled my clit again, melting my knees, only to stop when I needed more. I cry out in sweet agony, trembling in his arms.

“You fucked your fiancée yet, princess?”

He already knew the answer to this question.

He knew it deep down to his bones, but he wanted to hear it from my lips—to degrade me further as his fingers torture my pussy, bringing me to the edge only to stop when

I’m about to explode.

He did it on purpose. It was a punishment.

He wanted to see me fall apart in his arms, again and again, crying and begging in sweet agony.

“No,” I manage to whisper.

He hummed in approval, pulling his fingers away.

I cried softly at the emptiness left behind, the feeling of my almost-release slipping further and further away.

“Lift your dress for me.”

The words hit like a harsh degradation, but I obey without hesitation. My body aches and pleads for him.

With trembling hands, I lift my dress just above my waist. The cool air collides with my heated skin, leaving me covered only by my panties. I felt exposed, but Maddox quickly covered me.

“You’re going to take me against this tree?”

‘'Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

My cheeks flushed hot.

“If you’re going to take me against my will, at least have the guts to look me in the eye while doing it,” I say, my voice shaky but defiant.

I heard the sound of his zipper. The breath caught in my throat as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, spreading my wetness to prove his point.

I was lying. He knows it. I know it.

“Against your will?” he laughed, his voice dripping with mockery as he spread my wetness with slow, deliberate movements of his cock.

When the head of his cock brushes against my ass, I hissed at the forbidden sensation.

“You’re soaking my cock, princess,” he murmured darkly. “I could easily slip inside that sweet, tight ass of yours, using your wetness as a fucking lubricant.”

Oh. My. God.

“You obeyed my words, giving me permission to touch you as I please. You lifted your dress for me, even though you had the choice not to. I’m not covering your mouth, and yet you haven’t screamed for help.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle another moan.

“You want me to take you against this tree, princess. That shit excites you.” his voice low and teasing as he ran the cold barrel of the gun along my skin, stopping at my throat and pressing it there. “You want me to fuck you here, with thousands of people only meters away, wondering where their sweet, innocent princess is.”

I whined, pushing back against him, proving just how right he was. They could all watch us, and I still wouldn’t tell him to stop.

His breath hitched against my ear, making me shiver as his grip on my waist tightened, leaving marks on my skin.

“And to answer your other question…”

His voice was full of malice as he forced his way into me, stretching my pussy around his cock and drawing a loud moan from my throat.

“You lost the right to look me in the eyes while I fuck you.”

There was nothing sweet in his touch, his movements, or in him. He fucked me hard, thrusting into me with rough, merciless strokes. I clenched around him, the cold, loaded gun at my throat reminding me just how dangerous this was.

I must be sick to enjoy this, to allow this—and yet here I was, crying his name, begging for more.

His cock filled me completely, sending me to new heights with every punishing thrust. Just as I teetered on the edge of release, he stopped, holding himself still inside me. T

The pleasure died down, leaving me gasping and trembling as he repeated the cycle—bringing me to the edge, only to stop just before I could explode. This was his way of punishing me, using my body as a toy for his pleasure. Humiliating me. Fucking me against this tree while my fiancée waited for me inside.

“Your body is so fucking responsive. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight,” he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat, cutting off my air as he breathed heavily into my ear. “You’re such a good slut for me.”

“I’m not a slut,” I protest, my voice a broken cry mingled with my moans.

He froze, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, like a silent warning to prove his point.

“You are,” he growled, his hand landing hard on my ass with a smack that burns, leaving a red mark. “You’re bent over this tree, getting fucked by a man with a gun pressed to you, and you’re still milking my cock, princess.”

I bit my lip, swallowing the bitter truth. With a hard thrust, he drove deeper, making me feel every inch of him. I’m so full. It’s too good.

I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Maddox, please,” I plead, my voice trembling.

His hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me.

His movements grew faster and harder, filling me with a maddening blend of bliss and frustration as he keeps me balanced on the edge without letting me fall. He pushes deeper, stretching me fully, using me as he pleases.

“Shut the fuck up,” he commanded, his voice low and menacing. I cry into his hand, tears spilling freely as his words cut through me. “You’ll beg—but not now. When you do, it’ll be on your knees, and it’ll be painful.”

His words were a promise, dark and deadly— just like the way he’s pounding into me.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. You want to come,” he murmured, his tone mocking. I barely nod against the grip of his hand, desperate and defeated.

“That’s not going to happen. You’re here for my use, nothing more. You deserve fucking nothing.”

With each word, his voice grew colder, harsher, his thrusts matching the brutality of his tone. The rough bark of the tree scraped against my exposed chest, and I felt blood dripping, staining my expensive dress.

He comes inside me with a guttural groan, filling me with his heat.

A few drops of his release trickled down the back of my thighs as he continues to move, slow and deliberate, driving his seed deeper into me.

When his breathing finally calmed, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling instantly empty. The weight of his body no longer pressed me against the tree, the cold threat of the gun was gone, and his hands were no longer on me.

I remained in place, my dress still lifted, his seed spilling out of me, my hands gripping the rough bark of the tree. I heard the sound of him zipping up his pants.

“Cover yourself,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, my movements shaky and hesitant.

I fought to summon the strength to turn around and face the man who had ruined me in every possible way. When I finally did, his expressionless gaze met mine, cold and detached behind his mask.

I was angry—furious, worked up, and painfully unsatisfied. He had done it on purpose.

Before I could confront him, a gunshot echoed from inside the mansion, followed by the unmistakable sound of people screaming. My heart stopped for a moment as dread settled in my chest.

Maddox’s dark grin widened into something sinister.

“Run, princess,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

“Run, because I’m coming for everything you love in your fucking life.”