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.

to say. Hurt me. Let’s see what it

I don’t. Instead, I gaze up at him,

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

suddenly, I realize it. I realize that I want this. That, goddamn it, some part of me likes this, likes being chained to Kent’s

together as I think, what the

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fuck?

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and my attention shifts back to him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, looking

say.”

out a hand, curling his index

lower lip. “Get back on your

Kent whispers

him and, for some reason, I don’t

I just… don’t.

I remain perfectly still as he returns his thumb to the dimple at the center of my full bottom lip.

he slides his thumb into my

the soft wetness of my tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth to press lightly against his

is rough as he suddenly tightening his grip on my chin, causing

back up to my

me and taking