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

someone clear their throat behind

gasp, spinning, and see him

the door. My eyes

hand drop from my mouth as he takes

room and closes the door behind

slipping his hands into his pockets and staring at me evenly, his voice perfectly controlled. “How was your

huff of disbelief, really – at the ridiculous simplicity

“We had…tacos.”

little, quickly putting together that we didn’t go to

say anything. He just walks further into the room, stopping

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for me to see

his usually clean–shaven face

me to look

don’t show this place to everyone,” he informs me, his voice

be…displeased. If

keep my personal

understood?”

though the first thing that pops into my head

going to tell Janeen, who was

mind.

signed a nondisclosure,” Kent continues,

break it, you’ll lose…everything we agreed

nod again, still

I’m still going to tell Janeen. But he

that.

step forward and reaching out

the waist, pulling me a stuttering step closer. “Are

ready to begin?”

moving rapidly. “B–begin?”

heartrate ratcheting up.

Was

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