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

Chapter 109

Brooklyn

Fourteen minutes later, I study myself in the mirror, my stomach a mess of butterflies.

Honestly? The lingerie does look good on me. I turn to admire the way the cheeky little bottom of the lace teddy curves around my ass.

I look-well, way sexier than I thought I would.

Suddenly, a light knock comes at the door and my eyes go wide.

My fifteen minutes are up.

"Just a second!" I call, diving for the bed and grabbing the requested Prada shoes from their place on the duvet. Pulling them on, I kick the empty lingerie box under my bed and turn towards the door.

I take a moment to close my eyes and take a deep breath.

You're the boss, Brooklyn, I tell myself, my heart pounding in my ribcage. You're in charge. Not him.

Lena is whining inside of me, practically keening at the thought of what might happen tonight. She's more than ready to satisfy our heat.

The knock comes again.

"Come in," I call. My voice comes out calmer, deeper than I expected.

Slowly, the door opens, and I see Aden's figure silhouetted against the bright light of the hall.

I realize that I'm standing in complete darkness-the sun must have gone down completely while I've been in here, and my eyes adjusted to the dark.

Aden pauses, looking into the dark room, and then flicks a light switch by the door, turning on two dim sconces that hang on either side of my bed.

The room is suddenly suffused with a pale orange light.

We stare at each other for a moment, neither saying anything, and then Aden steps into the room and quietly closes the door.

My stomach turns over and I do my best to control my breathing, to not let Aden see the anxiety roiling beneath my skin.

He crosses the room to stand before me, a wolf prowling towards some curiosity it finds in the forest. "Good evening, Brooklyn," he murmurs, looking down into my face, reaching out a hand to brush a curl back from my shoulder. "You look beautiful.'

Something about the possession in his gaze riles me, and I'm glad of it. I'd rather be pissed off than terrified. I raise my chin and look boldly up at him.

"Do you like the outfit you chose? Does it meet your standards?"

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at my body, his wolfish eyes lingering on my breasts that are delicately cradled by the underwire of my bustier.

"You look beautiful in everything you wear, Brooklyn," he replies, taking a step back from me.

He snaps his eyes up to meet mine, though, almost making me jump. "The truth is, I want to fuck you no matter what you're wearing."

My breath catches in shock at this blunt admission of his desire. But he ignores me, returning to his study of my body.

I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything. I just standing before him, trying not to let my knees shake.

The threat only increases when he takes two steps towards me, placing one hand on my waist, his other tilting my chin up towards him.

"Are you sure about this, little one?" Aden whispers, his voice a caress. "Because if this is just an attempt to call my bluff-I promise you. There is no bluff."

I'm sure he can feel me trembling now that his hands are on me, but I will myself to stare into his eyes.

"No bluff, Aden," I tell him, keeping my voice steady. "I signed the papers. I'll stand by them. But we're going to do this on my terms-"

He laughs at me suddenly, taking his hand from my waist and using it to give me a sharp slap on the ass. I gasp.

Aden gives me a wolfish smile, returning his hands to his pockets.

"No, Brooklyn." He shakes his head. "Only my terms. Is that understood?"

I open my mouth to protest, but he ignores me, looking away towards the window as if my objections don't matter.

"I want you to contact Colsen tonight," he demands, his voice all business. "Tell him you want to go to dinner with him tomorrow."

I blink, my eyes growing wide.

"What?" Aden pushes, smirking at

me. "Did you really think I was going to come in here and ravish you tonight?" He slowly shakes his head. "No. With you, I want to take my time." en FindNovel

Inside me, Lena whines.

He turns then and slowly heads towards the door, looking at me when he reaches it. "You'll go to dinner with Colsen. Don't take no for an answer. When you're on the date, don't say anything about our plans to have him come to our side yet."

He smirks at me, letting me interpret that any way I want.

I take a minute to process his command and then nod, letting him know I understand.

This is my role now, after all. Agent and mistress of the Wolf King.

I had expected the latter title to come into play tonight but...well, I could roll with these changes.

"And then, he continues, snapping

my attention back to him. "When you come home, there will be another

box like this one in your room. 4'd like

you to wear it. And then wait for me."

I don't say anything. I just stare at him. Was it going to be tomorrow night, then? When he...

"Do you understand, Brooklyn?" Aden asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I raise my chin towards him. "Yes," I tell him, my voice steady.

"Good," he purrs, his eyes devouring me one last time before he pulls the door open. "I'll look forward to it. Every minute of it."

Aden pulls the door closed behind him and I fall to my knees, finally giving my legs permission to collapse. My hands are shaking as I grab my new phone from the bottom drawer of my desk and call my sister. "Wait, seriously?" she exclaims, starting in without a greeting. "Is he seriously done? Jeez, I thought Aden Kenwood of all people had more staying power than that—"

"Jolie," I groan, closing my eyes and flopping onto my back on my rug. "Stop getting ahead of yourself. We didn't have sex."

"Really?" she asks, intrigued. "Then what did you do?"

"Nothing," I insist. "Well...he gave me a task to do tomorrow. But I need you. Help me figure out what to do next."

My sister laughs and I can imagine her now, stretching out languorously on her bed. "Sure, sis," she says, her voice a little devious. "What do you need?"

So, I tell her everything.

And together, we come up with a plan.