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

firmly turning my face back towards the Mafia

missing it—" he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and luxurious, "-you can always call me

turns beat red.

seriously," Hudson says, and I glance at him

darkly

my head harshly.

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

at him, 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,

the affect this

my face and turning to walk back to the

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

Turned-on.

into the kitchen, I realize that I have goosebumps all over my arms. I

to Hudson. "Or does he just do

his lips. "The latter, unfortunately.

ever will, when the