Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 21 – Boundaries, Bondage–1

I gasp, my eyes going wide, and then – instantly, like flipping a light switch – I come back to myself.

“Oh my god!” I shout, putting my hands up against his chest and shoving him. “Oh my god you are so gross!”

He laughs then, truly entertained but not moving at all against my pushes. After three or four, though, Kent takes a step back, letting me push past him and dash across the room. I spin when I get to my desk, leaning back against it, my breath coming fast.

Kent stands calmly by the door, watching me, laughing.

God, I hate him.

My lips curl back a little as I sneer at him, this horrible man, torturing me after – after what he did to those people in the basement –

“Oh come on, Fay,” he purrs, putting his hands in his pockets. “You were the one who was so curious to see what was going on in the basement, even after I told you to leave. You should be brave enough to admit that you wanted to see it, that you liked it.”

“I did not,” I say, stamping my foot a little. “I went down to get my phone –” I scramble at the pants of my jeans, producing it as if it’s evidence and tossing it on the desk. “I definitely didn’t

want to see anything that was set

weren’t just passing by. You stopped. You opened the door so that you could watch me.”

I snap my mouth shut, staring at him.

He’s right, of course. I was tempted. I did look. God, seriously, what was wrong with me?

He laughs softly again at me again, at the expression of guilt on my face.

Slowly, he takes three steps towards me, sliding his hands into his pockets. “If you’re going to be in my house, Fay,” he says. “You’ll follow my rules. Was I not clear about that before?”

Quickly, I shake my head. I’ve known since the moment I walked into this house that Kent’s will is law. I watch him as he slowly takes two more steps in my direction.

“If you don’t follow my rules, Fay,” he says, coming ever closer. “You will be punished. Do you want me to punish you?”

I don’t move – don’t answer.

A perverse part of me considers the question – actually considers whether –

I say quickly. “No, I’m sorry, I won’t do

Fear rises in me, but so does anger. Why is he still coming closer? I promised him I wouldn’t do it again – what else does he want

doesn’t work that way, Fay,” he

medicine.”

I lean back against the desk, desperate for even a few more inches of space. Then, I see him smile, just a tiny thing at the corner of his mouth and

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21 – Boundaries, Bondage–2

damnit, he’s enjoying this.

stand up straight. “Don’t you come any closer to me,” I hiss the

pinning me back in the corner. He’s already gotten everything he needs – my apology, my promise that I won’t do it again – and yet, he’s pushing…

whisper. “What are you going to do to me,” his eyes

going to run again, Fay?” he

as I look up at him, at

the only thing I

my head back and scream.

flinches at this, taking a step back. I look back at him as I run out of breath

so that my left shoulder is

a little bit of victory in my eyes. He wouldn’t be shutting me up if he thought it

shake – nothing rough, just enough to try to teach me he’s in control – but I just laugh against his hand, perhaps

me, but along with it

something in this, to the challenge, or the danger of it

I’m going to let you go, but if you scream again, I

–

swings open and my fiancé bursts into the room, panic and worry on his own face, his eyes flying wide when he sees me wrapped in his father’s arms, his hand over

the hell is going on here?!” Daniel shouts, striding over

1. us.

instantly and I gasp in fresh

father between us.

Cooly, he slips his hands back into his pockets and gives Daniel a little smirk. “Nothing,

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