Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 90

My chest rises quickly now, and I sink closer to the ground, my

knees splayed apart, forming a W–shape, my rump resting on the

floor. “I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I won’t do it again.”

“Too late for that,” he says, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s

time for you to take your punishment. And if you want me to trust

you, then you’ll have to take it without complaint and show me

just how obedient you can be.”

Slowly, I nod. Internally, the surprise of being dragged to the

center of the room wears off. The anger and defiance I felt earlier

at the table start to resurface, waiting on the tip of my tongue to

be thrown in his face.

Kent, I want to say. Hurt me. Let’s see what it does.

some reason, I don’t. Instead, I gaze up at him, my eyes. wide, my mouth

I nod. “I’ll be good for you, Kent,” I

That, goddamn it, some part of me likes this, likes being chained

quickens, my brows knit together as

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fuck?

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“Good girl,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “I like it when you do as I

say.”

curling his index finger under

his thumb across my lower lip. “Get back on your

whispers

reason, I

him; I

perfectly still as he returns his thumb to the dimple at the

he slides his thumb into my mouth.

tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth

he suddenly tightening his grip on my chin, causing me to gasp,

obey, pulling myself back up to my knees with

girl,” he murmurs, loosening his grip on me and taking his thumb