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.

not the first time. Because there was

him that, at some

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scares me, that makes me cry. I just want…well, I suppose I want to be held. And

staring passively into the wardrobe, lost in my thoughts, when my eyes fall on it. I pull Ivan’s jacket from its place balled up

that how it really took for my world to

that?

the jacket on, wanting its

spicy scent. It’s strange, that two men who are so similar on paper can make me feel so

considering my two “dates” this evening, I definitely

shaken from my experiences but starting to feel better.

the Kent phone, the burner. The one Janeen

type in Ivan’s number, and send him a quick text

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since Fay left the room, and Kent is still laying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety. He presses his

him here, to this – to laying in his underwear on the floor of his secret room,