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.

and wide–eyed,

someone clear their

spinning, and see him there – his muscular shoulders

out the frame of the door. My

from

closes

at me evenly, his voice perfectly controlled. “How was your date

ridiculous simplicity of the question. “Um, it was nice?” I hear myself say.

“We had…tacos.”

little, quickly putting together that

anything. He just walks further into the room, stopping

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me, close enough for me to see the rough

his usually clean–shaven

enough for me to look

don’t show this place to everyone,” he

“And I would be…displeased. If others were to learn

I like to keep my personal life

understood?”

slowly, even though the first thing that pops into

Janeen, who was going to lose

mind.

a nondisclosure,” Kent continues,

you’ll lose…everything we

again, still speechless.

tell Janeen. But he doesn’t have

that.

he says, taking another step forward and

me a stuttering step closer. “Are

ready to begin?”

moving rapidly. “B–begin?” I ask, my

heartrate ratcheting up.

Was this

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