Sinful Pleasure (Sinful #1)

CHAPTER 57

C HAPTER 57

MADDOX

“You’re one dumb motherfucker, Maddox.”

Angelo tried to laugh, but it turned into a painful wince that made him hiss.

“Our father will never forgive you for betraying your fucking family.”

“Family?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Did he seriously think he could earn my sympathy by pulling the family card?

That ship sailed long ago.

Family. The more I think about that word, the less I understand what it even means.

My father sent me away when I was just a kid—innocent and na?ve. I was barely a teenager when my hands were stained with blood for the first time. My innocence was shattered the moment I pulled the trigger, taking lives just because my father ordered it. He made me a killer.

By nineteen, I was a loaded weapon—no emotions, no feelings, nothing. I never played with toys or had friends. I only played with knives and guns. He turned me into a pawn in his sick game.

“Family comes first,” he’d say every time he made me do something terrible. And somewhere along the way, I believed him—believed I had to do it to protect our family.

Angelo was the perfect son, everything our father ever wanted. He was his favorite— never questioned, never raised his voice, always did whatever our father asked.

That’s why he got to live a public life, representing the family, while I stayed in the shadows doing their dirty work. And if our sick father had ordered it, Angelo would’ve been more than willing to betray me.

My sister is like me— she was torn from innocence at a young age, shaped into a merciless killer, a cold-blooded weapon.

We’re not close—hell, we’re not even a normal brother and sister. But I owe her a debt. She saved my life.

My real mother? I don’t know her—she’s dead. My father and his people made sure of that the moment Lydia was born. He never speaks of her, but the rumors were ugly enough to make me dig deeper. I found the truth, and it’s darker than I ever imagined.

The moment she threatened to leave him, to expose how he made his fortune, he murdered her to cover his tracks.

And Angelo had the nerve to sit in front of me, talking about family? Family is the last word that describes us.

“You can make this easier on yourself,” I said, my eyes locked on Angelo. “You answer my questions, and I’ll be generous enough to let you live.”

He remained silent, the tension thick in the air. I took that silence as my cue.

Yes, I did my research after Allyn blurted out that absurd statement the night I broke into her room. I knew there was something off about it, something in her eyes telling me she wasn’t lying.

For the past three days, while she was unconscious, I’ve been digging deeper. I didn’t have to torture many people to get the information I needed.

Two dead bodies later, I had my confirmation: my father was behind everything, burning the mansion to the ground to cover his tracks. But that wasn’t the real shock.

The plot twist that slapped me in the face was that Angelo knew about it all along, making me feel like the biggest fucking idiot in the world.

And that shit changed the course of the game.

I remember the look on his face when I told him, the confusion in his eyes. Almost makes me laugh now, knowing how perfectly he played me.

Like father, like son, I suppose. I might’ve let it slide, but then he had the nerve to step onto my territory and give me orders.

The cherry on top? Bringing Allyn into this. He did this to himself.

“Lara.” I heard Allyn’s voice, soft and angelic, calling my name from behind me.

When I turned to look, she was a perfect mix of anger and fear, her gaze fixed on Angelo, waiting for an answer.

“You knew about this?”

Angelo paused, his mouth hanging open like he couldn’t find the words.

“Oh, come on, brother, don’t be shy now,” I taunted, shaking my head as I watched him squirm. He always avoids my eyes when he’s guilty.

“You usually can’t keep your mouth shut, but suddenly you’re silent when I ask you a simple question?”

It’s almost funny— watching the guilt tear him apart while he lies there, tied on the ground.

“You knew.”

Allyn’s voice was no longer a question. It was a statement. Her jaw tightened, her gaze darkened, and I couldn’t help but smile proudly.

The fire in her, even when she’s physically weak, she’s still the strongest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“Family comes first, right, brother?” I sneered, repeating his words with mockery. “I bet you knew about Allyn’s identity as well, and you were just making a fool of us the whole fucking time.”

Somehow, I’d never found the strength to dig deeper into this—I didn’t want to. Beating his ass wouldn’t be enough for this kind of disloyalty.

“Maddox…”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. Hearing his voice pushed me to the edge. I slammed my fist into his face. His head cracked against the wall, and as soon as I looked down at my hand—blood.

I felt a sick satisfaction knowing he was bleeding just like I was inside— from all the fucking lies he’d thrown in my face.

“You are a fucking coward, Angelo,” I muttered, frustration choking my voice. He coughed up blood, spitting it onto the floor.

Sympathy? No. I wanted to spill more of his blood, but I knew that if I started, I wouldn’t stop until he was dead—and that was a line I didn’t want to cross.

“Lara died, and you knew who was behind this the whole time.”

Allyn’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade, forcing both of us to turn to her. Her gaze was furious, deadly.

“You knew how much I cared about her. You knew how much I suffered after her death. Hell, I let you kiss me, and you knew all along who was responsible for it.”

My blood boiled, and without thinking, I drove my fist into Angelo’s jaw again. He hissed in pain, taking the hit he fucking deserved.

This one was personal. Too personal.

“That’s for kissing her with your lying fucking mouth,” I hissed in his bloody face, grabbing him by the collar. “Tell me, Angelo, were your feelings for Allyn also a big fat lie?”

For your own good, say yes.

“No.”

I hit him again. And again.

The blood spurted, staining my hands, his eye swelling, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to keep punching him until the truth sank deep into his fucking skull.

“Too bad for you, brother,” I said, my voice low, deliberately cruel. “Even if there was the slightest chance for her to want you back, I fucked it out of her.”

I made sure he heard it, that he understood it—felt it.

Angelo’s eyes sparked with defiance, and even though he was bound, he struggled, trying to break free. Maybe he thought he could land a punch, but it wouldn’t change the truth.

“Her lips, her body, her soul were mine long before you even had the chance to touch her with your dirty hands,” I grinned, watching the blood smear his face.

“While you begged her for a kiss, she was begging me to fuck her” I shook my head with a smirk. “She was never yours, brother. Never will be.”

I shoved his body against the wall, hearing him curse and yell at me, but I didn’t care.

His voice faded as I turned toward Allyn.

She was all I saw now. Her chocolate-brown eyes were locked on me, her focus solely on me. As it should be. I didn’t break eye contact as I closed the distance between us, our bodies brushing, and I stopped just an inch away.

To prove my point, to make sure my words sank into Angelo’s thick skull, I pulled her to me. Her body collided with mine as I kissed her hard. I’m a sucker for air, and I needed hers. It belongs to me just as much as she does.

It’s laughable how one kiss from her can set my body on fire, craving more and more of her. She puts my demons on their knees with her mouth. She’s small in my arms, yet somehow, she holds so much power over me.

She moaned into the kiss, and I was lost.

As if to make a bigger statement, she pushed her tongue inside my mouth, her hands roaming my body—touching, squeezing, burning me. I groaned into her mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, moving in sync.

And I let her take the lead, let her take whatever she needed, curious to see where she’d draw the line.

Is she as messed up in the head as I am? Does she want this just as much as I do? I got my answer when she squeezed me through my pants, drawing a groan from me.

My freaky woman. She matches me perfectly.

She can throw the “hate me” card in my face all she fucking wants, but we both know she’s lying—she needs me just as badly as I need her.

Angelo is a sick man, an observer when he wants to be. We’ve shared enough women for me to know how he operates.

But I will never let him touch Allyn—not even with a finger.

I sat on the bed pulling her with me, her legs strangling my lap.

With her back to Angelo all she sees is me. She unbuckled my belt effortlessly freeing my hard cock. I pulled back a little, searching her eyes trying to find a sign she was not comfortable with doing this, but all I see was a storm matching mine.

‘’You want to show my brother who you belong to princess?’’ I smirked and she nodded.

My hand disappeared under her t-shirt, and when the tip of my fingers cupped her cunt I found her drenching her panties.

‘‘Fuck, Allyn’’ I exclaimed. ‘‘You are soaking wet. Did the thought of fucking me in front of my brother get you so worked up?’’

She nodded, her cheeks flushed looking even more breathtaking, if that’s even possible.

I’m deeply obsessed with this woman.

‘‘Then pull your panties to the side and put me inside your cunt, baby’’ I bit her bottom lip ‘‘Show Angelo to which brother you belong.’’

Allyn looked up at me, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes full of confidence as she slid her panties to the side and positioned herself on me. Thank God her shirt was long enough to shield her from Angelo’s gaze— otherwise, the only way he would be leaving this room was in a body bag.

She rose, and with my guidance, sank slowly onto me.

The way she squeezed me made me groan. I tilted my head back, my fist clenching the sheets as I gripped the bed for support.

Then as if to finish me off— she licked the length of my neck and bit my earlobe as she took every inch of me.

‘‘Fucking hell.’’

She moved her hips in the smallest circles, and I was wrecked. I let her set the pace, leading as she rode me.

“That’s it, baby… just like that, just like that.” I’m mesmerized by the sight of her on top of me. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed.

‘‘Ride me, baby. Take everything you need.’’

And she did. My head felt like it was about to explode as she picked up her pace, rotating her hips like she was born to do this. She left me gasping for air, watching her, my hands fisting the sheets, completely mind-bowed.

‘‘Do you see this, brother?’’ I shifted my gaze to Angelo in the corner of the room. ‘‘Do you see who she belongs to?’’

He didn’t look away. He watched as his ex-fiancée rode me, gasping my name, and I fucking savored every second of it. I relished the look on his face—stunned and defeated.

Ally was close and so was I.

I could feel it in the way her breathing grows heavier, her hands bracing for support on my shoulders. I cursed in my mind when the wave hit me, shooting my seed inside her as she came apart, milking me. I kissed her, swallowing her cries.

They belong to me—Angelo doesn’t deserve to hear her like that.

I broke the kiss, even though it physically hurt. Still, I held her in my arms as we both breathed heavily, our eyes locked.

I expected to see regret on her face as she came down from her high, when the adrenaline faded, but she surprised me once again.

There was nothing like that—only desire for more.

For me.

I kissed Allyn on her forehead before gently moving her to the side, tucking myself back into my pants, hiding her from his view. He had already seen more of her than he deserved.

“You deserve to die,” I said. He stared at me blankly. “But as much as I want to kill you, I won’t.”

I shook my head, seeing a spark in his eyes.

“You will return to our father, and you will tell him that the war he started, I will finish it. And it will end with his blood.”

I nodded at him, my voice cold and low.

“But for now, I would like to spend time with my woman.”

Angelo cursed again, hissing in my face, trying to free himself, even though he knew damn well he couldn’t.

Without another word, I grabbed Allyn’s hand, entwining our fingers together, and that touch alone sent a surge of electricity through my entire body.

I left the room with her, telling the guards to finish my work.

I’ll send him back to our father, but I never promised to do it without spilling more of his blood.

“So, now you believe me?” she asked, her small steps barely keeping up with mine.

I nodded.

“And I’ll keep my promise to you.” I looked down at her. “I’ll take revenge on the person responsible for Lara’s death.”

I’ll kill my father.

Allyn nodded, squeezing my hand with hers, her touch small yet firm. The little troublemaker doesn’t come close to understanding just how wrapped around her finger I really am.

I’d do anything and more for her.

I’d burn the world to the ground to make sure she’s safe and sound.

“So, your woman, huh?” she teased with a laugh. “I wasn’t aware that I’m your woman, Maddox King.”

I looked down at her again, my gaze locking with hers, before a genuine smile spread across my face—the first real one in my fucking miserable life. She brings out both the best and the worst in me.

“From the moment you kissed me for the first time in my car, I knew you were something special.”

I laughed, memories of that first kiss rushing back and how fucking confident she was, going after what she truly wanted.

I was too much of a coward to admit it back then.

“From that moment, I knew you were my woman, Allyn Romano.”