Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0264

“It's okay, Kent,” | say, laughing a little as | smile up at him. “I liked it. Next time | want to see if you can go deeper.”

He pauses for a moment, staring down at me, and then he growls, grabbing me and rolling me over so that I’m laying totally on his chest now, his arms wrapped around me. “What is wrong with you, girl,” he murmurs, burying his face in that place he likes between my neck and my shoulder. “You're supposed to be this innocent thing — this frail girl who trembles at the sight of me — and now you're defying Italian mob bosses and telling me you like it when | fuck your face —*Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

| laugh, tickled a little at the truth of this as | put my hands flat on his chest and press until I'm sitting up, my legs falling on either side of him as | grin down at Kent, shrugging one shoulder. “What can | say, Lippert,” | murmur. “You corrupted me.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, sliding a hand up my side and brushing his thumb against the underside of my breast, making me shiver a bit. “But I’m more inclined to think that this Fay was there all along. Just needed a...little inspiration. To find herself.”

| stretch my arms over my head, tilting my head back to the ceiling and sighing with happiness. “Never should have woken this Fay up, Kent,” | murmur, jokingly. “Soon I'll have you so ensorcelled with my sexual prowess that you'll willingly hand me everything you own, just for one more night.”

“Fay,” Kent murmurs, sitting up and wrapping his arms around my hips, tugging me close so that he can kiss my chest, lick his tongue up the soft space between my breasts. “If you don’t think I’m already there, then you’re more of a fool than | ever thought you were.”

| laugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so | can kiss him fully on the mouth. “Oh really?” | say when | pull my mouth away, still laughing a little. “So, | can have whatever | want?” “Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.”

“Well,” | say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Milan...”

He laughs. “You never approved the listing | sent you.”

“That was in Paris!”

“| assumed it was an equitable replacement. You'll like Paris more anyway.”

“How do you know that,” | ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Because,” he says honestly. “Paris has chocolate croissants. Which you, | know, will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a taste.”

| laugh again, pleased at the thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” | say, cocking my head to the side, suddenly inspired.

“I'm listening,” he replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my collar bone, belying this claim. “What if...” | say, “l gave back my promise of a condo in Milan for...” He looks up at me now, curious.

“For the same request,” | whisper, suddenly serious. “For an agreement of...no hands.”

Kent cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to say more.

“| don’t want you to touch her

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Kent is barely silent for a moment before he nods. “All right, Fay,” he says, looking up and holding eel gaze. “Ift ‘swttanyou want Then | Wott an’t control what she does to me, and | can’t stop her abruptly — there's too much on the line with the Bianci family. But I'll discourage her. And | won't put my hands on her again. All right?” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Really?” | breathe, shocked, letting my hands trail through his hair.

“Really,” he replies. And then he slips a hand up my back and presses it between my shoulder blades, pulling me in for a long, slow kiss. A promise in itself.

We stay that way for a long while, kissing softly, slowly, in front of the fire. And when we stop, it’s because I’m the one to pull away.

“Come on, big bad mafia boss,” | murmur, letting my arms fall across his shoulders. “Take me to bed.”

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