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.

a little guilt in me at this-I know that I haven't been fair to Hudson in all of this-but the guilt isn't strong enough to fight my panic, my fear, my desire to just be

door, see him

know what his dad has

my door shut, leaning

dark of my room washes over me like cool water, and I feel my

time, my forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against

as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I'm able

it. What the hell just

the door,

as I move to my

looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Aden wrapping a leather

his hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my

his hand, his fingers,

the floor now, stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden touched me only a few minutes

really? Was it that

touched me

terrified me, and as much as I wasn't ready for it to happen like that-chained to the

part of me that...liked it?

of the situation washes over me. Aden may

wardrobe, wanting the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all

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

just me being a baby-being so naïve, and

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

was something about the feeling of giving up control to him

at some moments, felt...good?