Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 138

I pound my hands against Kent at first, desperate to get away, but he holds me steadily against him with that arm wrapped around my waist, with that steady hand wrapped in the hair at the base

of my neck. I am locked in place as he moves his mouth against

mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking his time as he

explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.

A breathless moment passes and then, damn it, but my body

betrays me.

I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted, suddenly, but the incredible softness of his lips, the expert way they slide over mine,

at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip. I feel my own mouth fall open at this, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my mouth and press it

urgently against my own.

me as he pulls me away from the door, bending me backwards at the waist. His mouth is sealed against mine, kissing me with an demand that makes me want to submit, makes me want to follow his every command. Suddenly, my

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on my rear, Kent takes his mouth off

blink, panting, looking up at him, returning to myself in a flash and feeling the sudden rush of embarrassment and panic and rage. I freeze for a moment and then I shout as I pull my hands from his hair and begin to shove against him with all

laughing that low laugh,

me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be jealous when I can do

time I want?”

shove against him, my shout turning into a little

second or two more – just to prove he can. Then, he releases me all at once and I skitter to the side like an angry cat, glaring at him and whipping at my mouth as I move away from the door, away from

pursing my lips together in

embarrassed line.

pockets. “But don’t forget it, Fay. Monster or not?” He pauses, and leans towards me.

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the door then, intent

word. But he just laughs and, damn him, leans