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-

fuck's stomach, I risk being banished, losing my job, my license to

some humans are able to

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

in here, will any of them even pay

their

you mind?" The voice drawls from behind Davis. "That's my doctor you're

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

It can't be...

the Werewolf Mafia King, hist hands casually

quiet finished with our sessions," Kenwood says. "So would you mind

Davis says, putting up his hands. "I

him to get lost. Davis gives me a dirty look

moves forward a step and takes my chin

turning my face back to

Did you

in my mind. Part of me- the sane

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

there. If I let you go now, he'll probably cut your throat for the embarrassment you caused him." I glance over at the bar and see Davis drinking

up as I start

step closer to me.

savage by the bar

out and do gods know what to

Brooklyn," Kenwood says. "Shall we

at the shoulder. Slowly, he wraps it around his finger, drawing the fabric

chest. "I wanted to

through my veins anymore. Something in his face, the desire I see

clawing at me, desperate

is

the sight of this dangerous, dangerous man looking at me. with hunger in his