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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wants to see me naked like this,

I’m realizing, I

eyes to his, then, and let him see

a predator holding itself back from

step closer,

at a wall where I look

anchors in

head. “Over

at Kent’s face again but then

the wall and looking up

cabinet a few feet away.

I ask, staring

you,” Kent

can feel the heat of him

the shocking new urge I feel to lean back, to press my ass against him-

orders.

lifting my arms up, waiting,

first and wrapping a wide leather cuff tightly around it. I shoot my eyes up to

has a little chain attached to

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other cuff through one of the d–rings above me,

it shut.

And then…

to

feel like a game of chicken anymore.