Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Brooklyn

I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door-

But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house's first level.

"Whoa!" the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little pain. "What-"

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks.

I'm a bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my warren-I've just got to get inside, where I can be alone-

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"Brooklyn," the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my shoulders, and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Aden's face-

But no, a face like Aden's, but softer, younger-Hudson.

"Brooklyn are you alright?" he whispers, urgent. "What's why are you wearing that?"

I look up at Hudson, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say.

My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom-there's no part of me that wants to have this conversation now.

I just-I can't.

"I have to go," I mumble, pushing past him.

I hear him call after me, but I ignore it.

fair to Hudson in all of this-but

once over my shoulder at Hudson as I push open my door, see him looking

even know what his dad has

I can see what Hudson does next, though, I press my door shut, leaning

my room washes over me like cool water, and I

for a long time, my forehead pressed against the door, my breath

of my room, I'm able to start to put

it. What

and away from the door, starting

of it come back to me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it drop

standing in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Aden wrapping a leather cuff around my

hand between my shoulder blades and pulling

moving his hand, his fingers,

stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my

Was it that

ever touched me like

it terrified me, and as much as I wasn't

part of me

over me. Aden may

comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all

and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the

being a baby-being so naïve, and romantic,

as it sometimes gives me pleasure and a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and to drive him beyond his point

least not the first time. Because there was something about the

at some moments, felt...good?