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

Chapter 224 

“To what?” I ask, tilting my head. 

“My question. Are you all right?” 

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“Oh!” I say, and then I laugh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands. “I’m fine, Kent,” I say, meaning it. My body feels mostly back to normal now – well, better than normal in some ways, amazing, really but I’ve certainly got my strength back. “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened to me.” 

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Kent laughs along with me and suddenly I feel his weight shift on the bed. I slide my hands down my face a little to watch him come to my other side, leaning back against the pillows with me. He slides an arm around my shoulders and pulls me tight. against his chest. “Did you like it?” he asks, serious. 

I blush, but then I look up into his face, my expression sincere. “Does it make me…strange? Like, a freak? That I liked it a lot? When you spanked me, and then wrapped your hand around my throat?” 

I hear a purr build in Kent’s chest as he slips a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “No, Fay,” he assures me. “It doesn’t make you a freak if you liked it. It just makes you very, very sexy.” 

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And then he kisses me, soft but urgent. And I let him. I let him pull me tight against him as he moves his mouth on mine, opening my lips, letting his tongue slide against them. I feel another little shudder pass through me as I lean into him, wanting him again, even though my poor body probably can’t take it 

Suddenly, we both feel a vibration, and Kent leans away from me, cursing softly. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch him closely, my arms still wrapped around his neck, as he cancels the call on his phone but then flips through some messages he apparently missed when his pants were in a pile on the floor. 

“Shit,” Kent murmurs. 

“What,” I ask, drawing back from him. “Is everything okay?” 

“No,” he replies, sighing and looking at me. “I have to go, Fay.” 

“Oh,” I say, pulling back further from him and leaning against my elbows. “Is everything okay?” 

Kent gives me a look and shakes his head, and I’m able to intuit that his implied “no” has two meanings: first, that something is indeed wrong, and that it’s none of my business. I hesitate, turning my body to climb out of the bed so that I can offer to help, but Kent interrupts my movement. 

“No,” he orders, putting a commanding hand on my hip to stop