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.

that I haven't been fair to Hudson in all of

my door, see

know what his dad has

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

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

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

and as I lean into the safety of my

damn it. What the hell just

push 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 drop to the

me like a wolf at

hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my hips back against

moving his hand, his fingers, down the slick

push my panties to the floor now, stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden touched me only a few

Was it that

touched me

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

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

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

my wardrobe, wanting the comforting feel of cotton pajamas

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

being a

a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and to drive him beyond his point of

not the first time. Because there was something about the feeling of giving up control to him

at some moments, felt...good?