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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of his office, pissed at himself for

it was at her hands – this

think about what he would have

– if he’d stayed just two

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

of him-

made her beg-

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

“Fay?”

it pushes open slightly, a dark head peeking

with a little

to the floor with the chain and padlock.

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

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about ten minutes

her, kneeling on the ground in

from his pocket.

but then shrugs, realizing that it

my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And

for a moment and studies her. “What did you do

him?”

away. Daniel

cuffs, setting her free. Fay stands,

are sore- and