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.”

to see me from all sides. When I turn to face him again, his

he says. “Stunning, Fay. Thank you.”

so I don’t say

him, trying not to let

towards me, placing one hand on my waist, his other tilting my chin up

towards him.

whispers, his voice a caress. “Because if this is just an attempt to

is no bluff.”

are on me, but I will myself to stare clearly into his eyes. “No bluff,

from my waist and using it to give me

gasp, stumbling back from him, shocked.

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returning his hands to his pockets. “No, Fay,” he says, shaking his head. “My

Is that understood?”

protest, but he ignores me, looking

the window as if my objections don’t matter.