Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 191

“Fay,” he says quietly, his voice rough as he brings a hand up to

my face. “If you don’t-”

“No,” I murmur, shaking my head and sitting up straighter,

bringing my face close to his. “I want to, Kent,” I whisper, my words breath against his lips. I twist one hand behind my back and undo the clasp of my bra, taking a moment to toss it on top of my shirt. I see Kent go still at the sight of me, his hands twitching against the desire to touch my bare flesh, against the restraint he’s

practicing.

“I want it,” I say again. “I just…can you show me how? Slowly?”

Kent exhales a long breath then, but not one of exhaustion–of long–denied desire finally fulfilled. “Yes, Fay,” he says, his lips brushing mine, and then he seals his mouth against me. I moan into him as he brings one steady hand up to cup my breast, his thumb moving delicately over my nipple. I feel him shudder, then, his cock twitching beneath me.

back to balance me as he leans forward,

Kent takes his hand from my breast to place a finger softly against my cheek and turn my

he shakes his head and kisses

clear. Questions later. Now, we

him hard and tugging his own shirt off of his body

next to us.

in these moments, is a steady intent. As Kent peels my tight pants from my legs, tugging

down

with cool but…almost

painting, or…something they’ve lost. Something they never thought they’d see ever again. I’m unnerved by

not able to stand the intensity of that gaze. So I sit up, bringing my face close to his, putting one hand on his chest. But I don’t really know what to say next. So I just stare at him, looking into his eyes, feeling…the magnitude of this thing, building between us.

I’ve ever seen, Fay,” he whispers to me. My mouth falls open at the

I…I can’t

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eyes against his words, not wanting – or willing–to acknowledge the feelings they raise in me. And so I do the only thing I can think that will