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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gotten out of the room.

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his office, pissed at himself for

her hands –

about what he would have done – what he

did – 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 ripped the shirt from her body, grasped her small, firm breast in his palm, pulled her

of him-

her moan, made her beg-

teeth against his desire, but he can’t help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top

“Fay?”

towards the door as it pushes open

she says with a little smile. She’s sitting

her hands still locked to

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

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here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually, she’d

over to her, kneeling on the ground in front

from his pocket. She wonders, passively,

it, but then shrugs, realizing that it doesn’t matter.

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

a moment and studies her. “What

him?”

away. Daniel just sighs and

her free. Fay stands,

– which really are sore-