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 –

–

warm thrill is running through me, from my head to my toes. And despite what I know it will raise in him, how

my head back and laugh, reckless,

eyes on me at the jail. It was all coming

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with violence, a snarl on his lips. But

low with my want and my self–satisfied joy. “Are you going to fuck me

a snarl, he rips me away from the

and I’m kissing him recklessly now, my eyes pressed shut, my own tongue eagerly exploring the contours of his mouth. I press my hips harder against his stomach as he grips my ass

away from Kent, looking around. He’s still moving us briskly

around in wonder. Then a ridiculous laugh bursts from me. “Seriously, a hay loft? Is this some kind of tawdry

growls, falling to his knees and bringing me with

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