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-

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

to see how some humans are able

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

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

their current

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

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

It can't be...

stands the Werewolf Mafia King, hist hands

with our sessions," Kenwood says. "So would you mind getting the fuck

putting up his hands.

get lost.

a step and

and thumb, turning my face back to

Knox. Did you miss

stare at him, all thoughts freezing in my mind. Part

But I'm fixed in place, a

on a little show, for Davis there. If I let you go now, he'll probably cut your throat for the

breath ratchets up as I

step closer to me. I'm

me and the savage by the

will it follow me out and

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

holds my dress up at the shoulder. Slowly, he wraps it around his finger, drawing the fabric taut against my skin. Then

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

that it's not just fear that's racing through my veins anymore. Something in his face, the desire I see there, makes

is clawing and clawing at

what is wrong

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