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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the privacy of his office,

it was at her hands – this girl – this nothing-

him think about what he would have done – what he

– if he’d stayed just two more seconds down there.

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

of him-

her moan, made

teeth against his desire, but he can’t help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top button of his pants, thrusting his hand inside.

“Fay?”

pushes open slightly, a

a

her hands still locked to the floor with the

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

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

to her, kneeling on

key from his pocket. She wonders, passively,

got it, but then shrugs, realizing

a lesson. And you’re just sitting here, kind of… peaceful?

pauses for a moment and studies

him?”

Daniel

her free. Fay stands, rubbing

really are sore-