Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0177

I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kant is not walking me towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather bound books that I've never really thought much about before

"Where am we going?" I ask a little shocked and more than a little curious.

"The door," Kent replies, and thear something in his voice that's a little smug.

frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.

"That one," he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it, not looking at me. "The green one. With the gilt title."

Hesitant, Treach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots forward and clicks. Then, I gasp as the whole bookshelf swiftly spins sway, revealing a comidor

"Oh my god"I whisper, looking up at Kent, shocked "You - you have secret passages?"

Kent smirks down at me and begins to walk through kicking the shelf a little behind him in a way that makes 1 swing shut as we pass. "I have lots of secrets. Some of them architectural. Some of them.otherwise."

Inamow my ayes at Kent, suddenly wanting to know all of them, and he laughs at me before focusing his eyes on our destination. I turn too, desperate to know where we're going-

But the corridor is a short one, and suddenly-quite suddenly - we're in a gigantic bedroom, dimly lit by the light that pecks around drawn white shades. My jaw drops open as I realize that I'm-I'm in Kent's bedroom-and that we got here from a secret entrance from his office-

predictably-sparcely but

Kent swiftly carries me over to the bed as I take in the room. It's a huge space that's tastefully fumished and impeccably organized. The entire thing is decorated in shades of grey with cool wood accents, and it's dark and moody-just like Kent.

He walks me over to his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting me rest against the pillows that are propped against the plush headboard.

"How are you feeling?" Kent saks pulling down the blankets and sheets a little so that my bare bottom is caressed by the softest sheets I think I've ever felt. I blush as I realize, suddenly, that I'm basically naked except for my bra - how did I forget that?

"Um," I say, trying to take a mental assessment of myself es Kant pulls the blankets up over my knees and tucks them in around my waist. I lose my train of thought se I look up at him, though, surprised that he's being so gentia with ma- caddling me, really.

"Well?" Kont asks, sitting next to me on the bad and leaning forward to study my face, lifting his gigantic hand to gently brush my cheek. "Are you all right?"

"Was that - um, was that.." I hesitate, biting my lip, again embarrassed. But I force myself to ask, needing to know. "Was that normal? Like is that how it fools every time-

Kent laughs a little, pulling his hand back from my face and resting it on my knee. "I think you could consider that an extreme reaction, Fay," he says gently, kind. "You came really hard. It won't always be like that. There are other kinds of orgasms that are..simpler. That will still make you feel great, but won't make you lose control of your body like that."

"Oh." I say, suddenly curious. I honestly didn't know I had thought all orgaems were built equal. I mean, all of the ones I've ever given myself had been pretty much the same-but.well, it's true, none of them came even close to what Kent did to me today. I stare off into space, wondering about it-thinking of all the possibilities