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.

dad's breakfast," I murmur, suddenly angry. At Aden, but also at myself.

finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards

missing it—" he smirks cruelly at me here, his

open in shock, and my face turns

I glance at

laughs darkly at

my head harshly.

been disrespected in your home." Aden puts his whole hand on my cheek this time, turning my head to make me look at him. "You will receive respect,"

up 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, dragging the napkin across the length

this wolf

on my face

sorry," Hudson mutters, but I don't look at him. Instead, I watch Aden go, shocked and

Turned-on.

corner into the kitchen, I realize that I have goosebumps all over my arms. I shudder and rub

mutter to Hudson. "Or does he just do whatever he wants all the

to his lips. "The latter,

think I ever will, when the

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