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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who wants to see me

I’m realizing, I

my eyes to his, then, and

his jaw fiercely, a

its prey. I take a careful step closer, but he shakes his head and

over at a wall where I look to

anchors in a row

my head. “Over

face again but then do

wall and looking up at

moves swiftly to a cabinet a few feet

ask, staring up at them.

going to show you,” Kent murmurs, coming up

the heat of him

shocking new urge I feel to lean

orders. “Above your

arms up, waiting,

and wrapping a wide leather cuff tightly around it. I

has a little chain attached to it

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I watch breathless as Kent passes the other cuff through one of the d–rings above

it shut.

And then…

to really freak

feel like a game of chicken anymore.