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

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.noveldrama

I flinch back when I see this, see her... frightened.

Stop, an inner voice says inside of me. It's not how this should be-

But I silence it, pushing myself forward.

I move my hand from Brooklyn's hip back to her inner thigh, this time moving more swiftly, running my fingers across the soaked crotch of her panties.

I grit my teeth and press my eyes shut against the almost unbearable sound of the moan she makes, my own body starting to tremble now against the restraint I'm practicing.

I repeat the movement, dragging my finger across her, and then-unable to stop myself-I slip that finger behind the fabric of her panties and traces the slick, agonizingly soft folds of her.

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She gasps, giving a little cry of pleasure and shock and fear, and slowly, my eyes closed, my breath coming short, I begin to press two fingers inside of her.

"Stop," she breathes, and I freeze, my eyes flying open.

As her word brings me back to myself, I am overwhelmed, quite suddenly, with guilt.

I pull my hand away from her and step back, instantly obeying her command.

"Please," she says, her voice tormentingly soft and delicate as she stands up straighter, looking over her shoulder at me with tears-

My heart and stomach wrench as I see the tears in her eyes.

"Please," she says again, shaking her head, so vulnerable before me. "I'm...I'm a virgin, Aden," she reminds me. "I can't...like this...

And then her lip begins to tremble and it's a knife in my gut.

God, I could just hurl myself from a window right now-maybe should, for what I pushed this girl to this perfect angel of a girl-

But I don't let Brooklyn see any of this.

Instead, I just nod once and move instantly forward, reaching up to release her wrist from the leather cuff.

As I do, the weight of her other arm pulls the cuff through the ring so that she's free of the restraint.

I step away from Brooklyn and watch her shakily unbuckle the clasp on her other wrist.

When she's free, she lets the cuffs and their attaching chain fall to the ground.

Then she looks up at me with her beautiful doe eyes, her hair spilling around her like silk, her knees knocked together in awkward shame.

"I'm-I'm sorry-" she starts.

"No," I interrupt, my voice loud and harsh, making her jump. Inwardly, I cringe at this as well. God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I press my eyes shut tightly for just a moment, working hard to control myself, and then look at her evenly. "You've done nothing wrong," I say. "Just go to your room."

She hesitates, but I glare at her, hard.

So she just gives a little nod and strides quickly away, passing through the door and shutting it behind her in a blink.

The moment she's gone, I let myself sink to the floor, a sudden, familiar ache building in my chest, my body going weak as the pain transforms me.

I know what it is, this old friend of a

feeling. Guilt, pain, horror,

anxiety they all mix together, the perfeet cocktail to kindle the panic

attack that grips my body now.

And I hold on to the pain, letting it race through me hoping, a little, that it takes me out completely for what

I just did to that girl.

What I forced her to, all for the sake of my pride.

I know I deserve every bit of this, and so I welcome the pain, submitting to it entirely.