Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 167

The room is…well, it’s incredibly chic, as far as sex dungeons go.

My mouth falls open as I slowly scan the room, taking in everything and trying to figure out the function of…well, all of it.

I blush horribly as I step into the room, feeling every bit the naïve virgin that I am. I know, immediately, that I am out of my league with this. Here I was thinking that all you needed for sex as a nice

comfortable bed and…

Well, actually, that’s here too.

I wander towards the huge four–poster bed at the center of the room. It’s made of sturdy black wood and dressed with onyx satin sheets. I run my hand over the blankets, marveling at the softness of the material before my eyes catch on the series of rings built

into the headboard. I look up at the posts next, and then at the square of wood that connects each of the posts above my head.

Those all have rings too.

What the hell are those for?

I snatch my hand away from the bed, bringing my fingers delicately to my mouth and turning to look around more. It’s

actually…not at all like the dungeons I’ve seen on television and

the internet, the few times I’ve been curious enough to look.

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Those are filled with devices and chains and…strange obscene

chairs that make me blush harder when I remember them. This

room, while it’s clearly built for sex – and for a very certain kind of sex – is…simpler, I suppose?

It suits Kent, I think as I look around, to have a BDSM sex room where most of the toys are neatly hidden away in tasteful, matching cabinets that line the walls. Even in here, he keeps his secrets close to his chest, locking away everything until he’s ready

to reveal it.

knock–kneed and wide–eyed, still staring around the

I hear someone clear their

and see him there – his

door. My eyes go even wider, if that’s

Slowly, I let my hand drop from my mouth as he

closes the

says, slipping his hands into his pockets and staring at me

– a little huff of disbelief, really – at the ridiculous simplicity of

“We had…tacos.”

putting together that we didn’t go to

doesn’t say anything. He just walks further into the room, stopping when he’s a

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to see the rough late–night

his usually clean–shaven face throughout

for me to look up into his hard green eyes.

this place to everyone,” he informs

I would be…displeased. If others were to

like to keep my personal life

understood?”

thing that pops into

am definitely going to tell Janeen,

mind.

nondisclosure,” Kent continues, looking at

you break it, you’ll

nod again,

mean, I’m still going to tell Janeen. But he doesn’t have to know

that.

step forward and reaching

waist, pulling me a stuttering step

ready to begin?”

my eyelids moving rapidly. “B–begin?”

heartrate ratcheting up.

god. Was this for real?

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