Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74
Brooklyn

It feels like an eternity before my punishment comes, swiftly and painfully.

A sound cracks through the air and I flinch, realizing—

Shit, was that a whip?

I gasp and whimper when I hear it again.

Snap, snap.

“I didn’t want to do this, Brooklyn,” Aden says, his voice low and pleased sounding. “But you made me. If you’d only been obedient, I could have spared you this.”

There is silence now, and my breath comes quick and ragged, my arms trembling as I wait—

SNAP.

I let out a piercing shriek as I feel the leather whip smack against my ass.

I fall forward so that my face presses against my clasped hands. I pant, my eyes flying open in shock—

The right cheek of my ass smarts and stings—

Holy fuck. Did Aden seriously just—

“Get up,” he commands.

But I don’t.

Instead, I stay precisely where I am, staring at the floor in shock.

“I said—” I hear him grind the words out from between his teeth, “—get up, Brooklyn.”

Trembling, I pull my body back up so that my weight is resting on my forearms and knees.

“Ask me for another.” His voice is a low growl now, tinged with…arousal?

My eyes fly open even wider.

“Do it,” he bites out, his voice thick. I hear him panting now, too, and realize…

He’s losing control.

Slowly, I begin to smile. And I don’t say a word.

“Do it, Brooklyn!” Aden shouts behind me, snapping the whip in the air again.

“No.” I say, narrowing my eyes as I stare at the floor, my voice firm.

I hear the whip clatter to the ground, hear the anger in him as he throws himself in front of me, falling to one knee, grabbing my face, and forcing me to look at him.

“You will do it,” he growls, his face dark with his need. “Ask me. Beg me.”

When I do nothing, he loses it, his face turning red with fury.

He brings his face close to mine and shouts directly at me.

“DO IT, BROOKLYN.”

I wait a moment, and then surprise even myself when I open my mouth to laugh.

Just a tiny little thing, but enough to wipe his expression clean.

The blood drains from his face, leaving him pale.

“Do it, Aden,” I say, my voice totally even.

I don’t beg at all. I demand.

A horrible snarl slides from Aden’s lips. His eyes are glowing, his face contorting into something I’ve never seen before.

Oh my god, he’s going to shift. Right here.

And then who knows what he’ll do to me.

I blink, shocked, as I sees that Aden’s face is no longer inches from my own—

I turn, looking towards the door just in time to see Aden move through it, slamming it behind him.

God, I’d been instantly hard when I heard that noise—had felt, finally, like I could control her again.

And the most powerful memory of all, realizing how wet she was.

She wanted it. I could smell it. Sense it in my bones…the scent of her sweet cunt drowning out everything else.

But then.

Fucking then. When she had said no.

I had just lost it. Lost complete control—gone to my knees in front of her…

And she had laughed at me.

At me.

I picture her face in that moment—her beautiful face, with her red curls spilling around her cheeks, as she had smirked at me instead of begging, but demanded that I hit her again.

God dammit. I had almost truly lost it then—

I almost shifted, right in front of her, bit into her neck and claimed her.

Instead, I’d gotten out of the room.

But now, in the privacy of my office, pissed at myself for losing control, horrified that it was at her hands—that girl…

I let myself think about what I would have done back there—what I almost did—if I’d stayed just two more seconds in the basement.

I’d have grabbed her by that red hair, pulled her to me, crushed her face to my own, panted into her mouth as I ripped the shirt from her body, grasped her small, firm breast in my palm, pulled her on top of me…

Made her moan, made her beg…

Fuck. I grind my teeth against the desire.

Don’t do it, Aden. Don’t let her win.

But I can’t help it.

Instead, I give in, swiftly unbuckling my belt, the top button of my pants, and thrusting my hand inside.