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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now, in the privacy of his office, pissed

it was at her hands – this girl –

what he would have done

if he’d stayed just two

her face to his own, panted into her mouth as he ripped the

of him-

made her

Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his

“Fay?”

head swivels towards the door as it pushes open slightly, a dark head

she says with a little

still locked to

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

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ten minutes now. Actually, she’d been getting kind of bored. “No real harm

her, kneeling on the

his pocket.

then shrugs, realizing that it doesn’t

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

for a moment and studies her. “What did

him?”

away. Daniel just sighs

her free. Fay stands, rubbing her

are