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.

ahead, Kent, I want to say. Hurt me. Let’s

don’t. Instead, I gaze up at

for you,

that I want this. That, goddamn it, some part of me likes this, likes being chained to Kent’s fucking basement floor and telling him I’ll be obedient

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

say.”

out a hand, curling his index finger

his thumb across my lower lip. “Get back on

Kent whispers to me.

at him and, for some reason, I don’t comply. It’s not that

understand him; I

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

his thumb into my

I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth to press lightly

tightening his grip on my chin, causing me to gasp, “to get

myself back up to my knees with

murmurs, loosening his grip on me and taking