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 want to submit, makes me want to follow 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 the curve of my ass, to press me closer against the swelling mass of him that I can feel pressed

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my rear, Kent takes his mouth off of mine suddenly,

and rage. I freeze for a moment and then I shout

low laugh, holding me

pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be jealous when

time I want?”

to shove against him, my shout

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

pursing my lips together

embarrassed line.

in his pockets. “But don’t forget

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then, intent on leaving, not wanting

he just laughs and, damn him, leans