Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114
Brooklyn

The room is incredibly chic, as far as sex dungeons go.

My mouth falls open as I slowly scan the room, taking in everything and trying to figure out the function of each piece.

My heart pounds, my skin flushing. I’ve never felt like more of a virgin than this very moment.

I know, immediately, that I am out of my league here. Here I was thinking that all you needed for sex as a nice comfortable bed and…

Well, actually, that’s here too.

I wander towards the huge four-poster bed at the center of the room. It’s made of sturdy black wood and dressed in onyx satin sheets.

I run my hand over the blankets, marveling at the softness of the material before my eyes catch on the series of rings built into the headboard.

I look up at the posts next, and then at the square of wood that connects each of the posts above my head. Those all have rings, too.

What the hell are those for?

I snatch my hand away from the bed, bringing my fingers delicately to my mouth and turning to look around more.

It’s actually…not at all what I might expect.

This room, while it’s clearly built for sex—and for a very certain kind of sex—is…simpler, more elegant.

It suits Aden to have a BDSM sex room where most of the toys are neatly hidden away in tasteful, matching cabinets that line the walls.

Even in here, he keeps his secrets close to his chest, locking away everything until he’s ready to reveal it.

I’m standing, knock-kneed and wide-eyed, still staring around the room, when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

I gasp, spinning, and see him there—his muscular shoulders filling out the frame of the door. My eyes go even wider.

Slowly, I let my hand drop from my mouth as he takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him.

“Hello, little one,” he says, slipping his hands into his pockets and staring at me evenly, his voice perfectly controlled. “How was your date with Colsen?”

I laugh, suddenly—a little huff of disbelief, really—at the ridiculous simplicity of the question.

“Um, it was nice?” I hear myself say. “We had…tacos.”

Aden frowns a little, quickly putting together that we didn’t go to the restaurant he arranged for us.

But he doesn’t say anything. He just walks farther into the room, stopping when he’s a few feet from me, close enough for me to see the rough late-night stubble that has grown onto his usually clean-shaven face throughout the day.

Close enough for me to look up into his hard green eyes.