Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Brooklyn

"So you like it," Aden says, his voice low, possessive.

"I do," I say, hesitating. "Is there something extra..."

"Amaretto," he says. "Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds."

"It's delicious," I say, holding his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from my bottom lip.

He watches me do it, and I see his wolf flash in his eyes for a split second.

"Good," he murmurs. "I don't want Remington to hear anything except that you were treated like a princess in my house."

I look back at my plate as I remember that I'm more captive than guest here. I'm fed good food not for my pleasure, but so that I'll give my "father" a good report when he comes to claim me.

as good as my dad's breakfast," I murmur, suddenly angry. At Aden, but also

finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards

only have one father now, Brooklyn. You have no 'dad.' Though if you're really missing it—" he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and

in shock, and my face turns beat red.

at him to

laughs darkly at Hudson,

head harshly.

anger and embarrassment, "you should be more polite to me. I'm sure my father won't like to hear that I've been disrespected in your home." Aden puts his whole hand on my cheek

breathless, as he raises his other hand-a soft cloth napkin in it-to dab gently at my chin. He lingers, though, staring at my mouth, dragging the napkin across the length

this wolf

welcome," he replies, releasing his hold on my face and turning to walk back

sorry," Hudson mutters, but I don't look at him.

Turned-on.

have goosebumps all over my arms. I shudder and rub my

Hudson. "Or does he

to his lips. "The latter, unfortunately. You get used

shake my head, thinking that I don't think I ever will, when the door to the kitchen flies open and a woman