Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 170

Not strapped to the wall of his chamber, this place he only takes

people when…

But Kent dismisses the thought, looking down at the gorgeous girl

bent over in front of him, unable to keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her ass, the way her hair spills over her shoulders.

This beautiful, innocent, sweet girl – bent over for him like this-

His cock twitches at the sight, the thought – the animal nature in him urging him to rip those panties off her body and sink himself

deep into her right fucking now.

But this…this isn’t it.

“More,” she gasps again, beginning to look over her shoulder, perhaps wondering what was delaying him. His body reacts instantly when she begins to peek at him and he smacks her sharply on the ass, eliciting a little sharp yelp that makes his

stomach clench with want.

God damn it, she is so fucking sexy – every fucking thing that she

him absolutely insane

Kent growls, moving backwards

over his head before moving to his belt. He’s

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he knows it. He’s deliberately trying to

ask him to stop.

he only brought here up here to push her to her

To admit that she wouldn’t – couldn’t

every turn and turn her nose up at

in this moment –

he wants to fuck her which is…significant –

to break

like the wild filly she is. And to

to get her to beg him to stop. He has to push her to

power over him, and he needs to take it back. Needs it, more than

fucking

of them, his face grim, kicking the garment to the side and standing behind her again, one hand

his cock through the thin fabric

boxer briefs.

damn it, he doesn’t