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.

been fair to Hudson in all of this-but the guilt isn't

shoulder at Hudson as I push open my door, see him looking towards the stairs up

know what his dad has up

my door shut, leaning against it and closing my

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

the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely

the safety of my room, I'm able to start to put words

it. What the hell just

myself up and away from the

to me as I move to my bed,

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

my shoulder blades and pulling my hips back against

hand, his fingers, down the slick

standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden touched me only

Was it

ever touched

terrified me, and as much as I wasn't ready for it to happen

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

I push myself to figure out how I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but

the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin-not

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 for

it's just me being a baby-being

pleasure and 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 sex like

the first time. Because there was something about the feeling of giving

at some moments, felt...good?