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.

know that I haven't been fair to Hudson in all of

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

know what his dad has

next, though, I press my door shut, leaning against it and closing

like cool water, and

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

as I lean into the safety of my

it. God damn it.

away from the door, starting to put the

I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and

wolf at his supper. Aden wrapping a leather

hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my

his hand, his fingers, down the slick center of

push my panties to 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

I wasn't ready for it to happen like

part of me that...liked it?

the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha

comforting feel of cotton pajamas against

on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central fact was that it was terrifying

me being a baby-being so naïve, and romantic,

a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and to drive him beyond his point of control-1 am not sure I want to have

not the first time. Because there was something about the feeling of giving up control to him

at some moments, felt...good?