Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 

Not strapped to the wall of his chamber, this place he only takes 

people when… 

But Kent dismisses the thought, looking down at the gorgeous girl 

bent over in front of him, unable to keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her ass, the way her hair spills over her shoulders. 

This beautiful, innocent, sweet girl – bent over for him like this- 

His cock twitches at the sight, the thought – the animal nature in him urging him to rip those panties off her body and sink himself 

deep into her right fucking now. 

But this…this isn’t it. 

“More,” she gasps again, beginning to look over her shoulder, perhaps wondering what was delaying him. His body reacts instantly when she begins to peek at him and he smacks her sharply on the ass, eliciting a little sharp yelp that makes his 

stomach clench with want. 

God damn it, she is so fucking sexy – every fucking thing that she 

does makes him absolutely insane – 

“You want this, Fay?” Kent growls, moving backwards and pulling 

his shirt over his head before moving to his belt. He’s pushing her 

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now, he knows it. He’s deliberately trying to scare her, trying to get 

her to ask him to stop. 

Because he only brought here up here to push her to her limits, to 

get her to submit. To admit that she wouldn’t – couldn’t – meet his 

will at every turn and turn her nose up at it. Kent wants, more than 

anything in this moment – 

More than he wants to fuck her which is…significant – 

Kent wants to break her. 

He wants to tame her to his will like the wild filly she is. And to do 

that, he has to get her to beg him to stop. He has to push her to her limit and get her to admit that she had one. 

Because this girl? She had far too much power over him, and he needs to take it back. Needs it, more than he needs to be inside 

her right fucking now. 

Fay starts to tremble harder, flinching as she hears his pants hit the floor. He steps out of them, his face grim, kicking the garment to the side and standing behind her again, one hand on her hip, 

the other slowly pumping his cock through the thin fabric of his 

boxer briefs. 

“Do you want it?” he asks again, desperately hoping…god damn it, he doesn’t know what he hopes at this point.