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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in the privacy of his office, pissed at himself for

that it was at her hands –

about what he

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 her small, firm breast in his palm, pulled her on top

of him-

moan, made her beg-

Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top button of his

“Fay?”

as it pushes open slightly,

a little smile. She’s

still locked to

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

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about ten minutes now. Actually, she’d been getting kind of

on

key from his pocket. She

then shrugs, realizing that it

seen people after my Dad…teaches them a lesson. And you’re just sitting here, kind of… peaceful? When he is flying around upstairs

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

him?”

away. Daniel just sighs

cuffs, setting her free.

are sore-