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

Chapter 299 

“See!?” I say, my blush deepening in my embarrassment. I raise my hands to my checks, trying to block it from his sight. “Kent, I can’t be a viper when I do this whenever anyone says something nice about me 

“You can,” he says, pulling my hands away and pressing a kiss to cach of my blushing cheeks, “if you would just start believing the compliments. Or believing it of yourself before someone has the grace to inform you of it.” 

“Oh, I can’t do that,” I sigh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands. 

“Why not, Fay?” Kent asks softly, his voice curious. “You’re the only one who doesn’t know your power the moment you walk into the room. Fiona saw it immediately. So did I. It’s why Natalia can’t stand you. No one doubts you as much as you do.” 

“Really?” I breathe, pulling my hands away from my face and looking up at him. “Is that honestly how you see me, Kent?” 

“It is,” he says, holding my eyes so that I’ll believe him for a moment before shifting his body so that his head is lower now, down by my shoulders. Kent dips his head again, kissing me in the hollow of my throat and then down my chest. “You’re a viper hiding in the skin of a fawn, Fay. It’s incredibly sexy. You’re just 

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the last one to figure it out.” 

I shake my head and smirk at the top of his head and burying my fingers in his hair as he moves his body even lower on the bed, pressing kisses to my stomach, letting his tongue stroke. languidly across my skin. “I bet you say this to all the girls,” I murmur, a little disgruntled. “The fawn/viper line is a good 

one.” 

2/2 

“I have never said that to any girl,” Kent says, looking up at me quickly with a little fury in his eyes. “And I wouldn’t have said it to you, except you got me all drunk on tequila. Loosened my tongue, in all the worst ways.” 

And then he lowers his face to my stomach again, tugging angrily at the lacy edges of my panties as he moves further down. 

“Well, if this is the result,” I say, my breath starting to come in little pants as he licks lower, and lower, “then we’re having tequila every day…” 

Kent nips me on the inner thigh then, punishment for my sass, and I give a sharp little yelp that quickly turns into a moan as he begins to lick me, languidly, precisely where I want him to lick.