Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117
Brooklyn

I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door—

But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level.

“Whoa!—” the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little pain. “What—”

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks.

I’m a bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my warren—I’ve just got to get inside, where I can be alone—

“Brooklyn,” the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my shoulders, and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Aden’s face—

But no, a face like Aden’s, but softer, younger—Hudson.

“Brooklyn are you alright?” he whispers, urgent. “What’s—why are you wearing that?”

I look up at Hudson, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say.

My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom—there’s no part of me that wants to have this conversation now. I just—I can’t.

“I have to go,” I mumble, pushing past him.

I hear him call after me, but I ignore it.

There’s a little guilt in me at this—I know that I haven’t been fair to Hudson in all of this—but the guilt isn’t strong enough to fight my panic, my fear, my desire to just be alone.

I look once over my shoulder at Hudson as I push open my door, see him looking towards the stairs up to the third floor, putting things together.

Does he even know what his dad has up there?

Before I can see what Hudson does next, though, I press my door shut, leaning against it and closing my eyes, panting a little.

The dark of my room washes over me like cool water, and I feel my shaking body start to ease, my pounding heart lighten.

I stand there for a long time, my forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely reeling.

But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I’m able to start to put words to my emotions.

God damn it. God damn it. What the hell just happened?

I push myself up and away from the door, starting to put the pieces together.

Flashes of it come back to me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it drop to the floor.

Aden standing in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Aden wrapping a leather cuff around my wrist.

Aden pressing his hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my hips back against him—

Aden moving his hand, his fingers, down the slick center of me—