Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Something about the possession in his gaze riles me, and I’m glad

of it. I’d rather be pissed off than terrified. I raise my chin and look boldly up at him.

“Do you like the outfit you’ve chosen for me? Does it meet your standards?”

He takes a minute to consider me before he replies. “No more or less than everything else I choose for you to wear.”

“Really,” I hear myself ask, raising an eyebrow. “This outfit… pleases you? The same amount as everything else I wear?”

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at my body, his eyes lingering on my breasts that are delicately cradled by the underwire of my bustier.

“You look beautiful in everything you wear, Fay,” he replies, taking a step back from me. He snaps his eyes up to meet mine, though, almost making me jump. “And the answer is yes, if what you’re really asking is if I want to fuck you no matter what you’re wearing.”

My breath catching in shock at this blunt admission of his desire. But he ignores me, returning to his study of my body, my clothes. Despite his words, he looks at me like a connoisseur, not a lover.

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“Would you turn around for me?” he asks calmly. “I’d like to see

the full effect.”

turning around for him to see me from all sides. When I turn to

“Stunning,

know what to say, so I don’t say anything.

to let my knees shake.

when he takes two steps towards me, placing one hand on my waist, his

towards him.

a caress. “Because if

no

will myself to stare clearly into his eyes. “No bluff, Kent,” I say, keeping my

me suddenly, taking his hand from my waist and using it to give me a sharp slap

stumbling back from

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gives me a wolfish smile, returning his hands to his pockets. “No, Fay,” he says,

Is that understood?”

my mouth to protest, but he ignores me,

window as if my objections don’t matter.