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

I gaze up at him, my eyes. wide, my

for you, Kent,” I hear

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

breath quickens, my brows knit together as I think, what

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laughs lightly and my attention shifts back to him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “I like it when you

say.”

hand, curling his index finger under my chin,

across my lower lip. “Get back

Fay,” Kent whispers to me.

for some reason, I don’t comply. It’s

understand him; I

laughs lightly, and I remain perfectly still as he returns his thumb to the dimple at the center of my full

he slides his thumb into my

tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth to press lightly against his flesh.

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

obey, pulling myself back up to

murmurs, loosening his grip on me and taking his thumb out