Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0107

I pound my hands against Kent at first, desperate to get away, but he holds me steadily against him

with that arm wrapped around my waist, with that steady hand wrapped in the hair at the base of my

neck. I am locked in place as he moves his mouth against mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking

his time as he explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.

A breathless moment passes and then, damn it, but my body betrays me.

I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted, suddenly, but the incredible softness of his lips, the

expert way they slide over mine, at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip. I feel

my own mouth fall open at this, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my

mouth and press it urgently against my own.

He tightens his arms at this and I hear a moan escape me as he pulls me away from the door, bending

me backwards at the waist. His mouth is sealed against mine, kissing me with an demand that makes

me want to submit, makes me want to follow his every command. Suddenly, my hands are in his hair,

my eyes sealed tightly shut as he slides the hand around my waist, and then lower, down to grab the

curve of my ass, to press me closer against the swelling mass of him that I can feel pressed against my This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

abdomen.

Still holding me tight against him with that hand on my rear, Kent takes his mouth off of mine suddenly,

laughing.

I blink, panting, looking up at him, returning to myself in a flash and feeling the sudden rush of

embarrassment and panic and rage. I freeze for a moment and then I shout as I pull my hands from his

hair and begin to shove against him with all my might. But he doesn’t let me go – not an inch.

Instead, he continues laughing that low laugh, holding me tight against him.

“You see, Fay?” he murmurs, watching me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be

jealous when I can do this any time I want?”

I continue to shove against him, my shout turning into a little roar of fury, and he holds onto me for a

second or two more – just to prove he can. Then, he releases me all at once and I skitter to the side

like an angry cat, glaring at him and whipping at my mouth as I move away from the door, away from

him.

“You’re a monster,” I snarl, pursing my lips together in an angry, embarrassed line.

“I never said I wasn’t,” Kent says seriously, putting his hands cooly in his pockets. “But don’t forget it,

Fay. Monster or not?” He pauses, and leans towards me. “I own you. You are mine.”

I storm towards the door then, intent on leaving, not wanting to give him another word. But he just

laughs and, damn him, leans forward to pull the door open before I can lay a hand on the knob. As if

it’s his choice to release me.

“Good night, Fay,” he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my room. “See you at breakfast.”

I don’t look back. Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and slam it shut behind me, hurling myself

onto my bed. There, I hide my head in my pillow and burst into furious tears.

I stay alone in my room for hours after I finish crying. Vacillating between feeling absolutely horrible and

then feeling absolutely nothing at all, I stare at my ceiling for hours.

God, I really am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet. Even Daniel’s sometimes. It is so mortifying, realizing how

easily I play into all of their games.

But at the end of it all?