Filed To Story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“So, you understand now,” Kent continues. “What you’ve done. How you’ve embarrassed me. How you’ve embarrassed Daniel, of all people. About whom I actually thought you cared.”
Frowning, ashamed of myself, I meet Kent’s eyes, a little angry at that. “I do care about Daniel,” I spit out. “I I’m sorry. I didn’t know that we’d be seen.”
“Haven’t you learned enough, Fay?” Kent bites out, his voice sharp. “To know that you can’t trust your instincts in this world? That it’s always one step ahead of you?”
I sigh, hanging my head, realizing that he’s right. Damn it, I really thought Ivan had liked me…but now, realizing that he brought me there just so we’d be seen, so Kent would be embarrassed? I realize that I’ve again fallen for a ruse.
“Have I not been kind to you, Fay?” Kent scolds. “Have I not given you your horse, given you your sister back? You have everything you need to live a happy life, if you’d just stay within the lines I draw for you.”
His voice raises in the final words of his sentence, and I clench my teeth as I hear them. Perhaps it’s the frustration in me, the embarrassment, rising again, but his words they rankle me. I can’t help myself as I raise my head to glare at him.
“Is that what I’m supposed to do?” I spit out. “Just…follow the rules? Live the life you lay out for me, Kent? Wear the clothes you pick out for me every morning, participate in the approved activities you plan, talk to the people you want me to, when you want me to?” I feel my mouth raise in a little sneer as I continue my tirade. “What’s next, Kent? Are you going to pick my food out for me, plan my meals? Cut my meat on my plate every morning?”
Kent comes forward then, all quiet control, and places a hand beside my head on the door, leaning close. “If that’s what it takes, Fay,” he murmurs, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “To get you in line? Then yes. I’ll feed you with a spoon, if you like.”
I glare up at him, my lips pressed into a thin line. “And if I disobey?” I ask, my voice angry. He opens his mouth to respond but I continue, to fast for him. “What are you going to do then, take me down into your little torture chamber in the cellar? Punish me?”
“No, Fay,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine as he smirks at me. “I got the feeling that you…liked that. A little too much. So, we’ll have to find some different methods to teach you how to act in this family.”
I gasp at this, shocked at the gall of him but also, frankly, by the fact that…well, that he’s right. I just didn’t know he knew.
Embarrassed, I push myself away from the door, moving to my right, working to get past him, away from him. “Bully,” I growl, my teeth clenched. “I’m engaged to your son, you don’t have any right to control my life ”
He puts his other arm up, blocking me as I try to get past him, and then his hand is suddenly against my chest, pushing me with force back against the door. I feel the breath leave me as I look up into his face, which glares furiously down into mine.
“Do you think this has anything to do with Daniel anymore, Fay?” he snaps. “No, you ended that today, with your little date. You belong to me now, girl. I decide your fate from here on out.”
“Is that it, then?” I ask, cocking my head and staring daggers into his dark green eyes, which are lit now with that fire I know I kindle in him. “It has nothing to do with Daniel anymore? So what, Kent, are you just admitting that you’re jealous?”
“Jealous?” he whispers, considering, as if turning the word over in his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. He brings his whole body closer to mine, moving his hand away from my chest and instead back to the door on the other side of my head. He’s trapping me now with his whole self, not touching me but pinning me to the wood none the less.
“Do you honestly think I’m jealous of those little boys, Fay? Daniel, or even Ivan?” Kent continues, his face filling my vision now, a smile turning up the corners of his lips. “That I’m jealous of the little stolen kisses, and the way he takes your hand, and the shivers he sends up your spine that make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end?”
I say nothing, staring up at him, the traitorous hairs on neck indeed standing to attention at his words, at the feel of his breath against my face. My breath comes quicker now, raising my chest, brushing it against Kent’s. He observes me, laughing a little to see that me open my breath to get more air, that I fidget beneath the force of him.
His laugh turns in me like a knife.
“Yes,” I snap, lifting my chin in defiance. “I do think you’re jealous I think you wish you were the one to ”
He snaps into action, then, quick as a fox, forcing a gasp from me as one arm wraps around my waist and another slides behind my neck, his hand holding my head in place as he pulls me flush against him, against every hard muscle of his body.
“Wish I were the one to do what, Fay,” he demands, cruel. “This?”
I cry out, but the noise is silenced by his mouth on mine.
I pound my hands against Kent at first, desperate to get away, but he holds me steadily against him with that arm wrapped around my waist, with that steady hand wrapped in the hair at the base of my neck. I am locked in place as he moves his mouth against mine, his movements slow, controlled, taking his time as he explores the contours of my lips. Savoring the experience.
A breathless moment passes and then, damn it, but my body betrays me.
I stop beating at him with my fists, distracted, suddenly, but the incredible softness of his lips, the expert way they slide over mine, at the feel of his tongue moving exploratively over my bottom lip. I feel my own mouth fall open at this, obeying his demand for entry, allowing him to slide that tongue into my mouth and press it urgently against my own.
He tightens his arms at this and I hear a moan escape me as he pulls me away from the door, bending me backwards at the waist. His mouth is sealed against mine, kissing me with an demand that makes me want to submit, makes me want to follow his every command. Suddenly, my hands are in his hair, my eyes sealed tightly shut as he slides the hand around my waist, and then lower, down to grab the curve of my ass, to press me closer against the swelling mass of him that I can feel pressed against my abdomen.
Still holding me tight against him with that hand on my rear, Kent takes his mouth off of mine suddenly, laughing.
I blink, panting, looking up at him, returning to myself in a flash and feeling the sudden rush of embarrassment and panic and rage. I freeze for a moment and then I shout as I pull my hands from his hair and begin to shove against him with all my might. But he doesn’t let me go not an inch.
Instead, he continues laughing that low laugh, holding me tight against him.
“You see, Fay?” he murmurs, watching me, taking pleasure in my futile struggle. “Why would I be jealous when I can do this any time I want?”
I continue to shove against him, my shout turning into a little roar of fury, and he holds onto me for a second or two more just to prove he can. Then, he releases me all at once and I skitter to the side like an angry cat, glaring at him and whipping at my mouth as I move away from the door, away from him.
“You’re a monster,” I snarl, pursing my lips together in an angry, embarrassed line.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Kent says seriously, putting his hands cooly in his pockets. “But don’t forget it, Fay. Monster or not?” He pauses, and leans towards me. “I own you. You are mine.”
I storm towards the door then, intent on leaving, not wanting to give him another word. But he just laughs and, damn him, leans forward to pull the door open before I can lay a hand on the knob. As if it’s his choice to release me.
“Good night, Fay,” he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my room. “See you at breakfast.”
I don’t look back. Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and slam it shut behind me, hurling myself onto my bed. There, I hide my head in my pillow and burst into furious tears.
I stay alone in my room for hours after I finish crying. Vacillating between feeling absolutely horrible and then feeling absolutely nothing at all, I stare at my ceiling for hours.
I had thought I was in charge with Kent. That I could rile him, and use his…his attraction to me for my benefit. But today, everything had proved to me that I was again out of my depth. I had thought Ivan liked me, but he was just doing it for show. I thought I had been in control of things with Kent but
God damn it, tonight he played me like a puppet. First raising me to anger, and then kissing me, making me kiss him back, lose control like some lovesick girl while he humiliated me.
God, I really am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet. Even Daniel’s sometimes. It is so mortifying, realizing how easily I play into all of their games.
I stare at the ceiling, watching the light of day fade into the shadows of night, trying to come up with a plan, with some way to get what I want out of this stupid game.
But at the end of it all?
The fact is that I don’t even know what I want. Or how to play. Everyone is playing chess and I’m not even playing checkers. I feel so…stupid. And alone. I pull my pillow over my head, groaning, missing my sister, my dad, my old life.
God, what I wouldn’t give to go back to it all.
The thing that finally breaks me out of my stupor is my stomach, which gives a mighty growl at some point in the evening when I’ve been laying in the dark for what must be a few hours. I sit up, looking down at my complaining stomach, and feel a headache pulse at the back of my head.
I groan, and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either way, I want water, and sustenance. Now.
When I peek out of my bedroom door, the house is quiet, which pleases me. I want to see no one absolutely no one this evening. Waiting a moment to check that the house is quiet, I then sneak out into the hall, pulling my door softly shut behind me. I glance at a clock down the hall, surprised to see that it’s much later than I thought around one in the morning.
I am pleased when I encounter no one in the kitchen. I quickly pour myself a glass of milk and grab an entire box of cookies from the cabinet. Not healthy, I know, but tonight I need food for the soul as much as the body, and chocolate and sugar sound about right.
I begin to relax as I head back up the stairs, confident I won’t meet anyone, but just as my foot hits the landing I hear something and freeze.
It was just a soft noise, a groan, or a moan…
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