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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out of the room.

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now, in the privacy of his office, pissed at himself

was at her hands – this girl –

think about what he would have done

just two more

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

of him-

moan, made her beg-

he can’t help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top button of his pants, thrusting his

“Fay?”

it pushes open slightly, a

she says with a little

to

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

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down here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually, she’d been getting kind of bored.

kneeling on the ground in

a key from his pocket. She

shrugs, realizing that it

works. “I’ve seen people after my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And you’re just sitting here, kind

pauses for a moment and studies her. “What

him?”

nothing away. Daniel just

her free. Fay stands,

which really are sore- and looking