Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 92

Kent pounds his fist once on his desk, the sound echoing

throughout the room as he grits his teeth and closing his eyes.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop the memories –

The sight of her kneeling for him on the ground, panting, waiting –

The sweet yelp that she made, her whole body tensing as he just flicked her ass with the whip-

God, he’d been instantly hard when he heard that noise – had felt,

finally, like he could control her again –

But then.

Fucking then. When she had said no.

He had just lost it. Lost complete control – gone to his knees in

front of her and she had laughed at him.

–

Kent pictures her face in that moment – her beautiful face, with her red curls spilling around her cheeks, as she had smirked at him

and not begged, but demanded that he hit her again.

God damnit. He had almost truly lost it then–almost….

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he’d gotten out of

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of his office, pissed at

that it was at her hands – this girl – this

think about what he would have done

if he’d stayed just two more

that red hair, pulled her to him, crushed her face to his own, panted into her mouth as he

of him-

moan, made

gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the

“Fay?”

head swivels towards the door as it pushes open slightly, a dark

she says with a little smile. She’s sitting

her hands still locked to the floor with

her, stepping inside. “You seem…shockingly okay,”

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gives him a little shrug. She’s been down here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually, she’d been

to her, kneeling on the ground in front

key from his pocket. She wonders,

shrugs, realizing that

my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And you’re just sitting here, kind

a moment and studies

him?”

Daniel just sighs and finishes

the cuffs, setting her free. Fay stands,

– which really are sore-