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

at Hudson as I push open my door, see him looking towards the stairs up to the third floor, putting

even know what his

press my door shut, leaning against it and closing

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

stand there for a long time, my forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely

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

damn it. God damn it. What

push myself up and away from the

as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and

the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Aden wrapping a leather cuff

his hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my

hand, his fingers,

panties to the floor now, stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards

Was it that

ever touched me

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

of me that...liked

the situation washes over me.

of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all of this silk and boning and

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

just me being a baby-being so

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

time. Because there was something about the feeling of giving up control

at some moments, felt...good?