Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden)

Chapter 100

Brooklyn

At first, I pound my hands against Aden's chest, desperate to break free from him.

But he holds me tight against him, with that arm wrapped around my waist, his fist wrapped in the hair at the base of my neck.

I'm locked in place as he moves his mouth against mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking his time as he explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.

Yes, Lena growls. Finally.

A breathless moment passes. And then, damn it, my body betrays me.

I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted by the softness of his lips, the expert way they slide over mine, at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip.

I feel my own mouth fall open, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my mouth and press it urgently against my own.

He tightens his arms, growls deeply, and I hear a moan escape me as he pulls me away from the door, bending me backwards at the waist.

His mouth is sealed against mine, kissing me with a demand that makes me want to submit, makes me want to follow his every command.

Makes me wanted to be bonded to him like this forever.

Suddenly, my hands are in his hair, my eyes sealed shut as he slides the hand around my waist, and then lower, down to grab the curve of my ass, to press me closer against the swelling thickness of him that I can feel pressed against my abdomen.

Still holding me tight against him with that hand on my rear, Aden takes his mouth off of mine suddenly, a low laugh escaping him.

I blink, panting, returning to myself in a flash and feeling the rush of embarrassment and panic.

I freeze, and then I shout as I pull my hands from his hair and begin to shove against him with all my might. But he doesn't let me go-not an inch.

Instead, he continues laughing that low laugh, holding me tight against him.

"You see, little one?" he murmurs, watching me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. "Why would I be jealous when I can do this any time I want?"

I continue to shove against him, my shout turning into a little roar of fury, and he holds onto me for a second or two more-just to prove he can.

Abruptly, he releases me. I skitter away from the door, glaring at him and wiping at my mouth.

"You're a monster," I snarl.

Aden cocks an eyebrow. "Monster or not, I own you. You are mine."

I storm out the door then.

"Good night, Brooklyn," he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my room. "See you at breakfast."

I don't look back.

Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and slam it shut behind me, hurling myself onto my bed. There,

I bury my face in my pillow and burst into furious tears.

I thought I was in charge with Aden. That I could rile him and use his...his attraction to me for my benefit. But today, everything had proved to me that I was again out of my depth.

Colsen, Aden... Both had played me like a puppet.

Even Hudson sometimes. It is so mortifying, realizing how easily I play into all of their games.

Everyone is playing chess, and I'm not even playing checkers.

I feel so...stupid. And alone. I pull my pillow over my head, groaning, missing my sister, my dad, my old life.

What I wouldn't give to go back to it all.

The thing that finally breaks me out of my stupor is my stomach, which gives a mighty growl at around one a.m., when I've been laying in the

dark for what must be a few hours.

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I groan and put a hand there, wondering if it was Aden pressing me up against the door or Colsen feeding me tequila all day that's responsible for this.

Either way, I need water and sustenance. Now.

Waiting a moment to check that the house is quiet, I sneak out into the hall, pulling my door softly shut behind me.

I quickly pour myself a glass of milk in the kitchen and grab an entire box of cookies from the cabinet.

I begin to relax as I head back up the stairs, but just as my foot hits the landing I hear something and freeze.

It was just a soft noise, a groan, or a moan...

I stand at the top of the steps, not moving a muscle except my eyes, which dart around looking for the source of the noise.

Nothing in the hallway moves but...yes. There it is again!

Curious, I listen closely and find my eyes moving to Hudson's door.

I tiptoe closer, careful not to make a sound.

But deep down, I know what it is that I'll see when I lean down and peek through the little keyhole of his door.

And as I do just that, my suspicions are confirmed.

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replaced the antique locks on the bedroom doors in this old house, because Hudson's gives me a perfect view inside to where he another person-I can't see who-tangle on his bed.

I cock my head to the side, curious. I know it's wrong, that I should give Hudson his privacy, but I can't

help it. I've never seen anyone have sex before.

I'm mesmerized by the sight of the

bodies pressed together so fervently, tangled so that I can't tell the limbs apart in the dark blue light of the room. I continue watching as they pull apart for a moment sit up, changing positions.

I recognize the profile of Hudson's sweet face, looking down at his lover.

I'm embarrassed to witness the tenderness, and know I should move away. In fact, I start to do so when

the lover himself turns his torso towards the door.

And I gasp aloud.

Because I know that face. I know the shape of that body.

Lucas.

I stand up straight, aghast, my eyes wide and my jaw dropping open.

"Did you hear something?"

I can barely hear Hudson's voice from inside the room, but I know that I've been caught. I scurry

backwards, my eyes fixed on the door, when-

Oh my god.

I go stock still as I feel my back collide with something else. Someone else.

"Brooklyn," I hear that familiar dark voice purr. "Why are you spying on my son?"