Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Nobody had ever touched me like that. And as much as it terrified

me, and as much as I wasn’t ready for it to happen like that –

chained to the wall, his to command-

There was certainly a part of me that…liked it? Maybe. I sigh,

confused.

Even as I push myself to figure out how I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. I sigh, heading for my

wardrobe, wanting the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin – not all of this silk and boning and laced–up restraint.

As I pull on a t–shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central fact was that it

was terrifying for me.

And perhaps it’s just me being a baby – being so naïve, and romantic, and sheltered. But as much as it sometimes gives me pleasure and a thrill to defy Kent, and to push him, and to drive him beyond his point of control – I am not sure I want to have sex

like that.

time. Because there was something about the

to him that,

good?

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too far. I don’t want to have sex that scares me, that makes me cry. I just want…well, I suppose I want to be held. And comforted. Because losing your virginity is scary enough – I’m not

it. I pull Ivan’s jacket from its place balled up in

how it really took for my world to turn upside down

that?

its comfort

the jacket’s collar and take a deep sniff of Ivan’s warm and spicy scent. It’s strange, that two men who are so similar on

“dates” this evening, I definitely

but starting to feel better. Just before I

phone, the burner. The one Janeen

and send

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still laying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety. He presses his eyes closed

that has led him here, to this – to laying in his underwear on the floor of his secret room, feeling like the absolute worst person