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 panic,

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

know what his dad

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

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

the door, my

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

damn it. God damn it. What the

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

me as I move to my bed, unlacing

in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at

blades and pulling my hips back against

his fingers, down the slick center of

now, stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden

Was it that

had ever touched me like

I wasn't ready

me

washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but he wanted

of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all

at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central

perhaps it's 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

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

at some moments, felt...good?