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 the

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of his

hands –

lets him think about what he would

did – if he’d stayed just two

to him, crushed her face to his own, panted into her mouth as he ripped the shirt from her

of him-

her moan, made her

he can’t help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the

“Fay?”

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

a little smile. She’s sitting

now, her hands still locked to the floor with the chain

inside. “You

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shrug. She’s been down here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually,

comes over to her, kneeling on the ground in

a key from his pocket. She wonders, passively,

but then shrugs,

after my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And you’re

and studies her. “What did you do to

him?”

Daniel

the cuffs, setting her free.

which really are sore- and