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.

Hurt me. Let’s see what

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

“I’ll be good for you, Kent,” I hear

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 fucking basement

quickens, my brows knit together as I think,

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fuck?

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

say.”

a hand, curling his index

lower lip. “Get back

whispers to

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

understand him; I just… don’t.

thumb to the dimple at the center of my full bottom lip.

his thumb into my mouth.

slip down the soft wetness of my tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly,

grip on my chin, causing me to gasp, “to

myself back up to my knees

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