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

Chapter 115

Brooklyn

I'm shocked at the feelings, the thoughts, running through me right now. Unbuckling Aden Kenwood's pants? Finding out how badly he wanted me?

Who was I? I'd never done anything like this before.

Never been in a room alone with a man who was hard for me, who wanted to see me naked like this, who wanted to...to touch me.

And who, I'm realizing, I want to touch back.

And I know instantly that this is different. Colsen is fun, and sexy, but I don't need him. Not the way I need Aden.

This is definitely my heat. And it's all for him.

I raise my eyes to his and let him see me wanting it.

Aden clenches his jaw fiercely, a predator holding itself back from launching itself at its prey.

I take a careful step closer, but he shakes his head and shifts his gaze.

"There," he commands, pointing over at a wall where I look to see a series of D-shaped metal anchors in

a row about a foot higher than my head.

I glance at Aden's face again but then do as he says, walking slowly over to the wall and looking up at the metal loops while Aden moves swiftly to a cabinet a few feet away.

"What are these for?" I ask, staring up at them.

"I'm going to show you," Aden murmurs, coming up close behind me, so close that I can feel the heat of him radiating against me.

I resist the shocking new urge I feel to lean back, to press my ass against him—

"Hands up," he orders. "Above your head."

I comply, lifting my arms up, waiting, staring straight at the wall.

"Good girl," he murmurs, grasping my left wrist first and wrapping a wide leather cuff tightly around it.

I shoot my eyes up to watch, shocked to see that the cuff has a little chain attached to it that leads to the matching cuff still in Aden's hand.

I watch breathless as Aden passes the other cuff through one of the d-rings above me, and then lowers it to wrap it around my other wrist, fastening it shut.

And then...

Then I start to really freak out.

Because this doesn't feel like a game of chicken anymore.

It feels like Aden Kenwood just chained me to a wall in his secret sex chamber, and I have no way of getting out if he doesn't let me.

And now I can feel him behind me, closing the distance between us.

Fuck. Fuck.

"I've wanted you like this, Brooklyn," Aden murmurs, putting his hands on my waist and sliding them down, feeling the enhanced curves of my body that the corset gives me. For a very, very long time. And I've never waited this patiently for a woman in my life."

I'm shocked and confused by the emotions that run through my body in this moment.

Because one part of me a huge part-wants me to cry out, to beg him to stop-to tell him that I'm scared, and this is too new, and too fast-

But the other part-maybe the larger part?

God damn it, but it wants him.

I am absolutely, completely freaked out by all of this but...

I am also soaking wet.

I grimace as I realize it, embarrassed

and a little ashamed and totally

confused. There's no way he doesn't

know-how turned-on I am, that his wolf doesn't smell it, sense it

QUMS

What is wrong with me, that I'd let someone chain me to their wall as part of some kind of sex contract,

and that I'd like it-

"Spread your feet," Aden commands, his voice soft and ridiculously close to my ear.

I jump a little, but I do as he says, moving my feet a few inches apart.

"Wider," he commands, impatient.

I comply, spreading my feet until they're at shoulder width.

"Good girl, he purrs, and then puts a hand between my shoulder blades, obliging me to lean forward just a little bit, until the chains holding my wrists above my head go taut.

MS

I'm panting, now, as I feel him move his hand back to my hips, pulling me backwards just a little until-

Until I feel my ass pressed against him, against the whole hard length of him, stiff and ready.

"See what you do to me, Brooklyn?" Aden whispers, his voice rough. "Did you know that you make me this hard?"

Slowly, desperately, I shake my head.

He moves one hand lower then, around the curve of my ass and then shifting his hips so that there's space for him to move his hand downward, between my thighs.

My panting grows rougher as I realize that he's heading, inexorably, towards...

"I'll stop," Aden murmurs, bending his body over my back, his fingers just inches from my panty line, "whenever you ask me to, Brooklyn."

My eyes fly suddenly open at this as I realize, through my haze of desire, that it is still a game. That he's pushing me, trying to get me to balk.

But dammit, if he thinks I'm going to be the one to...

"More," I breathe, closing my eyes, feeling my body start to tremble in fear and anticipation and need.

"More, Aden," I demand.