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.

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

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

know what his dad has

though, I press my door shut,

me like cool water, and I feel my shaking body start to ease, my pounding heart

door, my breath huffing hot against the

I lean into the safety of my room, I'm

it.

myself up and away from the door, starting to put the

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

me like a wolf at

between my shoulder blades and pulling

hand, his fingers, down the slick

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

really? Was it

ever touched me like

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

a part of me that...liked it? Maybe. I

I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but he wanted to make all the

the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all of this silk and boning and laced-up

shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central

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

much as it sometimes gives me 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

time. Because there was something

at some moments, felt...good?