Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Brooklyn

As empowered as I feel in my mind, my body is quite the opposite.

There's not much I can do as Aden pulls my left arm around to the other side of the table, clicking the other half of the handcuffs around my wrist.

Then he stands back, studying his handiwork.

I pull back on the chain once, testing it, seeing how firmly it holds.

The handcuffs bite sharply into my wrists, making me wince, so I lean forward again, resting my elbows on the table and looking up into Aden's face.

Casually, I clasp my hands together.

I see him open his mouth to speak, but before he can his gaze falls on the engagement ring on my left hand.

Quickly, he moves to unlink my hands and pull it off my ring finger, slipping it into his pocket.

"What, Aden?" I say, my voice soft. "Can't hurt me with your wife's ring on my hand? Something feel wrong about that?"

Even I'm shocked at the words that just came out of my mouth.

I see him flinch-just barely-but then he raises his eyes to mine, his face perfectly calm. "That's enough, little one," he says. "I'll be asking the questions from here on out."

He folds his arms and I hold his gaze, not moving an inch.

"Tell me about the note," he demands, his words sharp.

know what it is," I

his voice harder, "was it

gave it

presses his hands to the table. "Then you

know that it's a piece of paper

you to do with it?" he says, bringing his face closer to mine.

fight the urge to close my eyes and lean my head forward to nuzzle his neck, take in even more of that intoxicating scent

my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to lean closer. "She told me to give it to

curl back from his teeth at that. But before he can

obviously, since it was still in my room," I say, lowering my eyes to his lips as I

as he pushes away from the table, turning

elbows and forearms, watching him, my hair spilling

Aden says, over his shoulder. "Why didn't you give it

deadpan, "I don't

"After all I've

my manacled hands. "Yes, thanks so much, Aden. You've been a real angel to me these past few weeks. I just feel so cared for when I'm being chained

This sets him off.

a little, as he storms

watch

back of my neck, his claws starting to come out and press into my

is flat on

don't slam my head on the metal surface, to ensure that his claws don't puncture my

breath coming fast now,

says, "I could make this so much worse for you. You're treated like damn

get-it,

"I know that you only treat me well because if it got back to Remington that you weren't, he'd move to take

and wince as he pushes on my neck harder, my face pressing hard against the metal, his claws pressing a

to my