Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 168

I see Kent’s mouth curve up, ever so slightly, as he sees the panic

plain on my face. As he thinks that he’s won.

And god damn it, but it lights that fire in me. I snap my mouth shut and square my shoulders, pleased when I see that smile drop from his lips.

“Sure, Kent,” I say, giving a casual little shrug, feeling a new

confidence flood me that I certainly hadn’t had ten minutes ago –

hell, thirty seconds ago. “I’m ready when you are.”

Kent’s eyes narrow at me and he takes a deep breath in through his nose. I watch him closely, my breath and heart rate still raised as I sweep my eyes over him, noticing the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt, the trim line of his body as it traces down to his hips, the –

The heaviness there, at the front of his pants.

The panic and the thrill pulse through me anew at the sight of it, of

what I’ve raised in him, and I feel a new perverse curiosity as well.

I want, suddenly, to unbuckle his belt, to let his pants fall to the

floor. To see it for myself.

Which is something totally new for me. I’ve never done this before

– not really. Never been in a room alone with a man who was hard

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me, who wants to see me naked like

realizing, I want to touch.

eyes to his, then, and let him see me wanting it.

a predator holding itself back

a careful step closer, but

commands, pointing over at a wall where I

series of D–shaped metal anchors in a row about a foot higher

“Over

Kent’s face again but then do as he

and looking up at the metal

cabinet a few

ask, staring up

to show you,” Kent murmurs, coming up close

can feel the heat of him radiating

urge I feel to lean back, to

orders.

waiting, staring

left wrist first and wrapping a wide leather

has a little chain attached to

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through one of the d–rings above me, and then

it shut.

And then…

to really freak

a game of chicken