Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 107

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 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.