Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 109

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.”