Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 100

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.