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

Chapter 16 Brooklyn

I stare into his face, pleading with my eyes. "Please. Please just let me go home, let me stay there. I'll never bother your again."

He shakes his head slowly, beginning to close the door, as if the offer is ending soon. "You can go home and say goodbye. Or you can just stay here and let 'Daddy' wonder where you went."

Made desperate by the sight of the closing door, I get to my shaky feet and rush towards it, heading out. As I pass over the threshold, Aden murmurs, "Good girl."

I glare back at him over my shoulder as a bodyguard takes me by the arm and leads me down the stairs.

***

Aden

What the fuck was I thinking in there?

I rake a hand through my hair and pace my office, the tension. in my body at a breaking point.

I don't dare shift right now to rid myself of this chaos filling. me; my wolf will go straight to sweet little Brooklyn. And I can't make any guarantees that he won't bite her and claim her on sight.

The only semblance of control I can have is when I'm in my human form. Onyx is too amped up right now, too fully focused on Brooklyn and the scent of arousal that comes in waves off of her whenever we're near her.

She's in heat for me. She has to be. I've never scented anything like it before.

And if that doesn't just take the fuckin' cake.

The first she-wolf to go into heat for me, and it's the one. she-wolf I can't have. Ever.

Need her, Onyx says in my head.

He's not going to let this go...and he's not going to get what he wants.

Too much is riding on this. The alliance I planned so long ago. can finally happen now that Remington's daughter has been found.

Dammit, why does she have to be Remington's daughter?

I "might" be able to get around her having dated my son, especially since I know he hasn't been with her. But this? This whole situation is too much, too messy.

Mmm, messy, Onyx whines.

And just like that, my mind is back on sinking my cock between Brooklyn's legs, not on what a disaster she is.

Damn, I want to mess her up. I can just imagine what she looks like after being freshly fucked...tousled flaming-red hair, flushed cheeks, a light sheen of sweat cover her body...

I glance at my office door to make sure it's locked, then quickly undo my pants.

Licking the palm of the hand Brooklyn sliced open, I pull out my length and wrap my fist around it.

With a groan, I tighten my fingers and start moving my hand. up and down.

Goddess, I can't even recall the last time I jerked myself off. I could easily call Jayde or another of my women right now, but something holds me back.

I brace my free hand on the desk in front of me and bend over slightly, closing my eyes and imagining Brooklyn's ruby-red lips wrapped around my cock instead of my hand.

I pump faster growling as I picture her innocent eyes looking up at me, her face slightly distorted as her mouth opens as wide as it can to fit me in Maybe even tears at the corners of her eyes as she gags...

With a shout, I come, my seed spilling over my hand and onto my desktop.

Breathing heavy, I straighten my back and run my clean hand over my face, trying to regain my composure as my wolf whines for the real thing.

I am completely and totally fucked.

Brooklyn

Thirty minutes later, just as the sun is starting to come up, we pull up outside my small house. The three bodyguards who accompany me ride in silence until we arrive. Kenwood didn't come with us.

I jump from the car and brush past the bodyguards, throwing myself through the front door, which is never locked.

"Brooklyn?" I hear my dad's anxious voice call from the kitchen. "Jolie?" I dash into the kitchen and throw myself into his arms, crying, as the bodyguards follow me.

"Oh my god, Brooklyn," he says, wrapping me up in his arms. "I was so worried-" He glances the men over my shoulder. "What...what's happening?"

"Dad," I say, looking up at him, desperate. "I don't even know where to begin-"

"What?" he says, shooting anxious glances between me and the guards, who stand calmly in the room. They let us have.

Our moment, but their threat is evident: Time is short.

"Do you know who my biological dad is?" I say, wiping my tears from my face with the heels of my palms. "No..." He hesitates, and I can sense the lie in his words.

I wrap my hands in the lapels of his pajamas. "Please, tell me what you know."

He narrows my eyes at me. "What do you know, Brooklyn," he says, his voice low. "This is dangerous territory. Who are these men-

"Then you know," I say, shocked, my words hardly breath. "You know the truth. It's real..."

My dad pulls me behind him, but the guards step forward.

"We'll go," Dad says, putting out a hand. "We'll disappear, you'll never see us again, never have any trouble-"

"I'm afraid that's not possible," one of the guards says. With a distinct look at the other men, he says, "Looks like we're moving to Plan B.'

All three spring into action. One comes forward, wrapping his arms around me, locking me within his grasp. I scream and thrash, desperate.

The other two grab my dad and

wrap his arms around hist back, then secure them in silver handcuffs. They shove a gag in his mouth and then, oh my god, a Black bag over his head. It all happens in seconds.

"Let's move," my guard says, slapping a hand over my mouth. The other two lift Dad and carry him out the front door. They tuck him inside the trunk as I'm placed into the back seat of the car, kicking and screaming.