Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 325

There, he sets me down on my feet and turns me around so that I’m staring at the fire, which is burning on low heat – ridiculous in the summer, I think briefly. But the thought goes instantly away as I feel Kent stand close behind me, as I hear him start to speak.

“You asked me for this favor, Fay,” he murmurs, not touching me yet but sending a shiver through me regardless. “You asked me to teach you. Is that right?”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my breath already starting to come fast.

“So, you’re going to listen,” he says sharply, “when I tell you what to do. Right, Fay?”

“Yes,” I say again, nodding a little.

But suddenly an arm is around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest as he growls in my ear. “Yes what, Fay?”

“Yes sir,” I whisper, my pulsé ratcheting up now to match my breathing.

“Good girl,” Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so I don’t know where he’s standing. He tortures me for a moment, not saying anything, not giving me any hints, before he issues his next command.

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the soft warm rug against my feet. I smile a little, thinking that it’s kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest place in the room for me to get on my knees –

have time

he demands, and I can hear the rustle of fabric. behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing his suit jacket, I guess, as there’s

症

–

the bet at my waist and reach up to push at the robe at my shoulders,

moment passes before I hear Kent say or do anything.

damn it, Fay,” I hear him mutter as he takes in how my back and

groan.

didn’t order me to yet, I turn to face him, so that he

my ground, letting him look at me in the firelight. letting him cat me up with his eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it. too, fall to the

his

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your knees.