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 the guilt isn't strong enough to fight my panic,

look once over my shoulder at Hudson as I push open my door,

he even know what

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

washes over me like cool water, and I feel my shaking body start

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

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

it. What the hell just

up and away from the door, starting to put

back to me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and

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

pressing his hand between my shoulder blades

moving his hand, his fingers, down the slick

standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place

really? Was it

touched me like

as I wasn't ready

part of me that...liked it? Maybe. I sigh,

figure out how I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his

comforting feel of cotton pajamas against

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

perhaps it's just me being a baby-being so naïve,

gives me pleasure and a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and

was something about the feeling of giving up control to

at some moments, felt...good?