Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0150

Chapter 0150

My mouth is open to Kent’s as he kisses me, his tongue warm and desperate against my own. I feel a hard shudder passthrough 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 mouthacross my jaw, down my neck, every movement frantic, rash — none of it designed to seduce, all of it feeling as if he can’t nottouch 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 myneck. “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 —

But god damn it, I love it. A warm thrill is running through me, from my head to my toes. And despite what I know it will raise inhim, how dangerous he can be, I laugh.

I tilt my head back and laugh, reckless, welcoming it.

Because it was all leading to this — contracts or not, since the moment he laid eyes on me at the jail. It was all coming to this, nomatter how much he pretended. He was never in control.

Kent rips his face up to mine, livid, at the sound of my laugh, his eyes alight with violence, a snarl on his lips. But I can’t wipe thesmug smile from my face.

“Well, Kent?” I say, panting, my eyelids low with my want and my self-satisfied joy. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”And then, with a snarl, he rips me away from the wall and carries me out of the stall.

I don’t know where he takes me, don’t really know how he navigates, because I’ve pulled his face back to mine and I’m kissinghim recklessly now, my eyes pressed shut, my own tongue eagerly exploring the contours of his mouth. I press my hips harderagainst his stomach as he grips my ass in one hand, his other steadily spread across my back as I feel him navigate us up atight set of curving stairs.

When the light behind my eyes changes, from day-bright to a moody dark, I pull away from Kent, looking around. He’s stillmoving us briskly forward, the sound of wooden planks echoing under his feet.

“A hay loft?!” I gasp, looking around in wonder. Then a ridiculous laugh bursts from me. “Seriously, a hay loft? Is this some kindof tawdry romance novel —*

“Shut up,” he growls, falling to his knees and bringing me with him.

I comply, bringing my mouth back to his, slower and more deliberate this time as I replace myself suddenly in Kent's lap, my legs stillaround his waist, in the cool, private dark of this secret space. Kent matches my mouth’s pace, kissing me deeply now, with lessfrenzy, but no less intent or force.

I feel my breath coming fast now as Kent smooths his hands over the contours of my body, tugging the edges of my shirt so thatthey come untucked from my tight riding pants. I lean back a little, allowing Kent to pull the shirt up over my head and cast itaside in the hay. As he does, I feel the heft of him hard beneath me, rubbing against my ass. Wanting me.

I bite my lip suddenly, some of my bravado gone.

Kent looks down at my mostly-naked torso and then back up at my face. His expression changes, then, from one of anger andraw need to...something more complicated. I don’t know. I can’t read it.

“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 wordsbreath 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 myshirt. 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’spracticing.

“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 lipsbrushing mine, and then he seals his mouth against me. I moan into him as he brings one steady hand up to cup my breast, histhumb moving delicately over my nipple. I feel him shudder, then, his cock twitching beneath me.

He shifts, using one hand pressed against my back to balance me as he leans forward, laying me flat out on my back against —

I blink, looking to the side, surprised to see a blanket there. I open my mouth to ask but Kent takes his hand from my breast toplace a finger softly against my cheek and turn my face back to him. Quickly, he shakes his head and kisses me again.

His message is clear. Questions later. Now, we do this.

Eagerly, I show him that I agree, kissing him hard and tugging his own shirt off of his body and adding it to the growing pile ofclothes next to us.

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Like someone looking at a beautiful painting, or...something they’ve lost. Something they never thought they'd see ever again.I'm unnerved by it — it’s not something I understand.

“Kent,” I whisper, not able to standthe intensity of that gaze. So I sit up,bringing my face clo tahisput iqne herd od hislehest But I don’treally know what to say next. So I juststare at him, looking into his eyes,feeling...the magnitude of this thing,building between us. Please read theoriginal content at .

He stares back at me, at my face, his breathing coming quick now. “You’re the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Fay,” hewhispers to me. My mouth falls open at the raw honesty I hear in his voice.

And I... can’t bear it.

I close my eyes against his words, not wanting — or willing — to acknowledge the feelings they raise in me. And so I do the onlything I can think that will bring us back to fair ground, to the old place I know that we’re comfortable.

I slide the hand resting on his chestdownward, brushing over thewaistline of his pantselawer, Gitnsanidh bok in my hand.rembling a little, frightened at thenew experience, I move my hand overthe fabric, feeling him. Please readthe original content at.

Kent shudders hard, his whole body giving one hard convulsion at my touch.“Kent,” I whisper, my eyes still closed. “Please. I want you now.”

And then he leans forward, bringing his mouth back to mine as he begins to unbuckle his pants.