Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0071

A sound cracks through the air and I flinch, realizing –

Shit, was that a whip?

I gasp and whimper when I hear it again – snap, snap –

“I didn’t want to do this, Fay,” Kent says, his voice low and – my stomach twists at the realization –

pleased. “But you made me. If you’d only been obedient, I could have spared you this.”

There is silence now, and my breath comes quick and ragged, my arms trembling as I wait –

SNAP.

I let out a piercing shriek as I feels the leather whip smack against my ass. I falls forward so that my

face presses against my clasped hands. I pant, my eyes flying open in shock –

The right cheek of my ass smarts and stings –

Holy fuck – did Kent seriously just –

“Get up,” he commands, but I don’t. Instead, I stay precisely where I am, staring at the floor in shock. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“I said,” I hear him grind the words out from between his teeth, to “to get up, Fay.”

Trembling, I pulling my body back up so that my weight is resting on my forearms and knees.

“Ask me for another,” he demands.

My eyes fly even wider at this.

“Do it,” he says, his voice quick and thick. I hear him panting now, too, and realize –

Realize that he’s losing control –

Slowly, I begin to smile. And I don’t say a word.

“Do it, Fay!” Kent shouts behind my, snapping the whip in the air again.

“No.” I say, narrowing my eyes as I stare at the floor, my voice firm.

I hear the whip clatter to the ground, hear the anger in him as he throws himself in front of me, falling to

one knee, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.

“You will do it,” he growls, his face dark with his need. “Ask me. Beg me.”

When I do nothing, he loses it, his face turning red with fury. He brings his face close to mine and

shouts directly at me.

“DO IT FAY.”

I wait a moment, and then surprise even myself when I open my mouth to laugh – just a tiny little thing,

but enough to wipe his expression clean. The blood drains from his face, leaving him pale.

“Do it, Kent,” I say, my voice totally even.

I don’t beg at all. I demand.

“Hit me,” I say, raising my chin as I look him in the eye. “Hit me again. And again.”

A horrible snarl slides from Kent’s lips and then suddenly –

I blink, shocked, as I sees that Kent’s face is no longer inches from my own –

I turn, looking towards the door just in time to see Kent move through it, slamming it behind him.

Wha-

I blink again, sitting up on my knees and resting my butt on my heels as I looks around at the empty

room. What the hell just happened?

Upstairs, Kent storms through the kitchen, then out the door into the hallway, where Daniel is waiting,

his face angry.

“Dad,” he says, falling into stride with him. “You’ve crossed a line here – taking Fay into the basement –

she is my –“

“Go and get her, if she’s yours,” Kent snarls, throwing the handcuff keys onto the hallway floor at

Daniel’s feet and storming beyond him into his office. Then, before anyone can follow him, Kent slams

the door shut and deftly twists the lock.

Then, safely inside, he lets out the bellow of rage that he’s been holding in – his hands in fists at his

sides, his face turned up at the ceiling.

God damnit – he thinks, finishing his yell, turning and hurling himself towards his desk and into his

chair. God damnit that fucking girl –

The images run through his head –

His thumb in her mouth, sliding over her tongue –

The delicious, shocked expression on her face and then, the way her eyelids had fallen half shut, as

she had let him push it in deeper –

God. Damnit.

Kent pounds his fist once on his desk, the sound echoing throughout the room as he grits his teeth and

closing his eyes.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop the memories –