Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 173

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.

the first time. Because

control to him

good?

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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

eyes fall on it. I pull Ivan’s jacket from its place balled up in the back corner, where I’d tucked it maybe an hour ago. God, an

my world to turn upside

that?

wanting its comfort and

were so good. I tuck my nose against 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 paper can make me feel so completely different on the same night.

this evening, I definitely know which

up over me, still shaken from my experiences but starting to feel better. Just before I drift off to sleep, I grab my phone –

phone, the burner. The one Janeen

in Ivan’s number, and send him a

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room, and Kent is still laying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety. He presses his eyes closed against it, wanting –

it, but he hates himself right now. Hates every choice he’s ever made that has led him here, to this – to laying in his underwear on the floor of his secret room,