Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116
Aden

I grit my teeth at her words. God damn it.

Because I don’t want her like this.

I want her—fuck, but I want her.

I want to bury my cock so deep in this she-wolf so that it makes her whole body shake.

I want to hear her groan with the feeling of me pounding myself inside of her.

I want to bond her to me so that, even long after I’m gone, she could never entertain the idea of sex with another wolf again.

But not. Like. This.

I want Brooklyn in clean sheets, downstairs, in my bed.

I want Brooklyn laid out before me so I can lick every inch of her body, so I can take my time making sure she’s ready for me, that her pussy is so wet and aching for me that she comes the moment I press myself inside her.

Not strapped to the wall of this chamber, the place I only take people when…

But I dismiss the thought, looking down at the gorgeous girl bent over in front of me, unable to keep my eyes from roving over the curves of her ass, the way her hair spills over her shoulders.

This beautiful, innocent, sweet girl—bent over for me like this—

My cock twitches at the sight, the thought—the animal nature in me urging me to rip those panties off her body and sink myself deep into her right fucking now.

But this…this isn’t it.

“More,” she gasps again, beginning to look over her shoulder, perhaps wondering what is delaying me.

My body reacts instantly when she begins to peek at me and I smack her on the ass, eliciting a little sharp yelp that makes my stomach clench with want.

God damn it, she is so fucking sexy—every fucking thing that she does makes me absolutely insane—

“You want this, Brooklyn?” I growl, moving backwards and pulling my shirt over my head before moving to my belt.

I’m pushing her now, I know it. I’m deliberately trying to scare her, trying to get her to ask me to stop.

Because I only brought here up here to push her to her limits, to get her to submit.

To admit that she wouldn’t—couldn’t—meet my will at every turn and turn her nose up at it.

I want, more than anything in this moment—

More than I want to fuck her which is…significant—

I want to break her.

I want to tame her to my will like the wild filly she is. And to do that, I have to get her to beg me to stop.

I have to push her to her limit and get her to admit that she has one.

Because this girl? She has far too much power over me, and I need to take it back. Need it, more than I need to be inside her right fucking now.

Brooklyn starts to tremble harder, flinching as she hears my pants hit the floor.

I step out of them, my face grim, kicking the garment to the side and standing behind her again, one hand on her hip, the other slowly pumping my cock through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.

“Do you want it?” I ask again, desperately hoping… God damn it, I don’t even know what I hope for at this point.

“Yes,” she gasps, her whole body tensing.