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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out of the room.

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of his office, pissed

was at her hands – this girl –

lets him think about what he would have done – what he

did – if he’d stayed just

mouth as he ripped the shirt from her body, grasped

of him-

moan, made her

help it. Instead, he gives

“Fay?”

head swivels towards the door as it pushes open slightly,

says with a little smile.

locked to the floor with the

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

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ten minutes now. Actually, she’d

over to her, kneeling on

producing a key from his

but then shrugs, realizing

lesson. And you’re just

moment and studies her. “What

him?”

Daniel just

cuffs, setting her free. Fay stands, rubbing her

really are sore- and looking around.