Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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My mouth is open to Kent’s as he kisses me, his tongue warm and desperate against my own. I feel a hard shudder pass through me as he pulls his mouth away, the hard stubble of his cheeks a contrast to the softness of his lips as he tears his mouth across my jaw, down my neck, every movement frantic, rash – none of it designed to seduce, all of it feeling as if he can’t not touch every

inch of me with his mouth.

Now. Immediately..

“Fuck you, Fay,” he growls against my shoulder, the edges of his teeth pressing harsh against the soft and tender skin of my neck.

“God damn it, fuck you.”

I know he’s furious, angry at me for pushing him this far–for making him the one to break –

–

my head to my toes. And despite what I know it will

and laugh,

or not, since the moment he laid eyes on me at the jail. It was all coming to this, no matter how

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my laugh, his eyes alight with violence, a snarl on his lips. But I can’t wipe the smug

and my self–satisfied joy. “Are you going to fuck me or

then, with a snarl, he rips me away from the wall and carries me out of

to mine and I’m kissing him recklessly now, my eyes pressed shut, my own tongue eagerly exploring the contours of

the light behind my eyes changes, from day–bright to a moody dark, I pull away from Kent, looking

bursts from me. “Seriously, a hay loft? Is this some

up,” he growls, falling to his knees and

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