Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Kent stares at me, frozen, for a moment. A little shiver passes through me as I see him looking at me, see his lips part minutely, see the shock run through him like a wave.

ven And then, before I can blink, he’s in motion, crossing the room in four long strides and slamming the door shut behind me. I jump a little at the snapping sound of it, anxious to see Kent move with such determination. He’s a big man big one and when he moves gracefully like that – with deft movements and perfect control, when other men his size would plow through like a rhinoceros –

Well, it’s unnerving, sometimes.

But very, very sexy.

a very “Fay,” he growls, grabbing me suddenly by the waist and pulling me against him. “What the hell are you doing, walking around the house like that?”

“What?” I say innocently, feeling that sweet defiance sweep through me like the drug it is. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No,” he snaps, giving me a little shake that makes me laugh, because even as he scolds he can’t keep his hands off me, the one on my waist roving lower so that his fingers brush against Chapter 216 the pearl details of my panties, his other hand sinking deep into my hair, taking a controlling handful at the back of my neck. “God damn it, Fay anyone could have seen you –” he snaps.

“So what,” I reply, staring up into his deep green eyes. “They wouldn’t have touched me they wouldn’t have dared –

2/3 Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0215 He growls again, spinning me so that my back is to him now, and then taking a moment to turn the lock on the door so no one can get in. That done, Kent puts one hand roughly on my waist and another on my shoulder, moving me briskly forward towards his desk.

“Oh, come on, Kent,” I say, laughing and turning my head to look at him again. “You don’t like your present? I thought you would – you picked it out just for me –“

“No, Fay,” Kent replies, his voice even and in control now that he’s over his shock. As we come to stand behind his desk, Kent still behind me, he takes the hand from my shoulder and raises it to my cheek, firmly pressing his fingers against my face until I’m fully turned away from him, facing into the room. I can feel him standing close behind me, though. I can feel the warmth of him.

“This has nothing to do with how you look,” he continues, and my skin shivers as I realize that I can’t see him at all. I have not idea what’s going to happen next. And then I flinch, a little, in surprise and excitement when both of Kent’s hands settle on my waist and he begins to slide them upward, his palms and Chapter 216 3/3 his fingers running lightly across my ribs. My breath catches at his next words. “Because you look amazing in that set,” he murmurs, his voice close to my car now. “Just how I imagined you’d look in it. And trust me, Fay,” he continues, “I have spent a long time thinking about how you’d look dressed just. like. that.”

His hands brush delicately against the underside of my breasts, making my breath deepen, and then he moves his hands downward, his touch feather–light as his palms slide past my waist and move down towards my hips.

“But,” he whispers as his hands settle right on top of the sides. of my panties, “you’ve gotten too bold, Fay.” His voice deepens as his grip tightens against me. I feel my pulse speed up as I realize that he’s...he’s angry with me. “You think you can do whatever you want in this house,” he continues. “But there are rules. And consequences, when those rules are broken.”