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.

his every command. Suddenly, my hands are in his hair, my eyes sealed tightly shut as he slides the hand around my waist, and then lower, down to grab

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against him with that hand on my rear, Kent takes his mouth off of mine suddenly,

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

laughing that low laugh, holding

he murmurs, watching me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be

time I want?”

to shove against him, my shout turning into a little

just to prove he can. Then, he releases me all at once and I skitter to the side

snarl, pursing my lips together in an angry,

embarrassed line.

says seriously, putting his hands cooly in his pockets. “But don’t forget it, Fay. Monster or not?” He pauses, and leans towards me. “I own you.

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the door then, intent on

another word. But he just