Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Brooklyn

I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door.

pors I reach it, Davis comes back in.

Whoa whoa whoa!" he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him.

"Where you going, baby?" He rubs a hand up and down myarm.

Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him.

Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step

he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me.

He presses up against me. There's nowhere else to go.

His stink invades my nose, and I swallow down a gag.

Right now, I almost wish I were human so the smell of his body odor wouldn't affect me so much.

"You'd better be a good girl for me," Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. "Or else your sister's gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you're going to work some of it off." I'm scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth.

What does he even mean, that I'm going to work some off?

Dammit, why does shifting have to be forbidden around non-

do it to slash this pudgy fuck's stomach, I risk being banished, losing my

humans are able to use and

right now, even though I'm at least three times stronger

in here, will any of them even pay attention to what happens

their

from behind Davis. "That's

me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. I recognize that deep,

It can't be...

Werewolf Mafia King, hist hands casually

our sessions," Kenwood says.

boss," Davis says, putting up his hands. "I didn't

telling him to get lost. Davis gives me

forward a step and takes my

and thumb, turning my

Knox. Did you miss

freezing in my mind. Part

and run. But I'm fixed in place, a mouse caught by

going to have to put on a little show, for Davis there. If I let you go now, he'll probably cut your throat for the embarrassment you caused him."

breath ratchets up as I start

another step closer to me. I'm

the savage by the bar

me out and do gods know

little show, Brooklyn," Kenwood says. "Shall we make

the shoulder. Slowly, he wraps it around his finger, drawing the fabric taut against my skin. Then he yanks, snapping it. The

Doc," he breathes, staring down at my chest. "I wanted to do this the first day we

my veins anymore. Something in his face, the desire I see there, makes me want more

clawing and clawing at me, desperate for this man's

what is wrong with

man looking at me.