Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“God damn it, Fay,” Kent bites out, taking a step towards me, even more livid now than he was when he summoned me down here.
“What, Kent,” I seethe, my voice low and slow as I close the distance between us so that there’s just inches between our chests. I glare up at him, inviting him, frankly, to lay into me. I want this want this fight. “What do you want to yell at me for now? Because I have done everything you’ve asked me to do. I’ve played all of the roles you want me to play I’m your whore when you want me to be, your spy when it’s required, Daniel’s princess bride when I’m in front of your family!”
Kent opens his mouth to interrupt but I don’t let him, pressing forward. “I keep your secrets when you tell me no one can know about us,” I grind out, letting my anger race through me, “I even come when you whistle for me in the middle of the night! WHAT, Kent!” I yell up into his face, grabbing the lapels of his suit to bring him closer, the stupid note he sent me still gripped in my hand.
Kent glares at me, hard, and then slowly he shifts his gaze to the crumpled note in my fist before dragging his gaze back to my eyes.
And then, a little bit of malice, knowing precisely what he’s doing, Kent says his next words with perfect control.
“Not everything I asked. I also told you to destroy that note before you came down, Fay.”
And I….
Fucking lose my mind.
I feel my eyes go wide with fury, with his gall and I grip those lapels even tighter in my hands, my nails biting into the fabric as I tilt my head back and scream in frustration
He grabs me, then, pulling me against his chest and slapping a hand across my mouth, working to muffle my noise
“What the fuck, Fay,” Kent barks, stumbling backwards and looking around as if someone’s going to come find us
My scream is cut short as I lose my balance, stumbling against Kent as he tries to find his footing against the stairs behind him. My weight falls totally against him and he throws out a hand to catch us against the wall,
Then, once he finds his footing and we’re steady and that I’m not shrieking anymore, Kent glares down at me again, livid. “What the hell, Fay,” he whispers, his voice harsh. “This house is full people are going to hear you and start checking rooms to find out who is screaming are you trying to blow your cover tonight? Again?”
“Again?” I gasp, trying to push away from him. But Kent doesn’t let me, holding me tight against him as if he’s scared that if he let’s me go I’m going to scream again. “Again, Kent?” I repeat, shaking my head as I stare at him, hating him right now. “I didn’t do anything tonight except what you paid me to do ”
“You got caught ”
“It wasn’t my fault!”
“You let him put his hands on you, Fay,” Kent accuses, staring down at me and I notice something different in his face when he turns to this point something…I don’t know. Something deeper, once a layer of his anger has been stripped away.
“That didn’t bother you before!” I counter, ignoring the change in his expression, my lips tightening. “When you sent me on an overnight with him, Kent ”
“That was before we ”
“We what?!” I shout, unable to help myself. “Spent one full night together, Kent? A night I’m apparently never allowed to mention, or tell anyone about, or talk to you about, except apparently in creepy secret basement corridors when you summon me?” Angry, hurt, I pause and shake my head at him. “Fuck, Kent,” I exhale. “What do you want from me?”
Kent goes silent, staring at me with his face shut down tight, not letting me in. And I stare right back knowing quite suddenly that beneath all of my anger is…
This…desperation.
I’m desperate. I’ve got to know.
And then Kent’s mouth curl in a sneer and I can see in his eyes the mirror of my own emotions. He, too, is desperate. And he also hates me right now, just a little bit.
“God damn it, Fay,” Kent whispers, the worlds shaking out on his breath. “I want you. All I fucking want is you,” he shakes me now, unable to help himself. “And it’s a god damn curse.”
And I open my mouth to throw something cruel back at him but I have no idea what, and I never find out, because in the next instant he seals his mouth against mine as he pulls me roughly against his chest.
And, for the second time in about two minutes, I absolutely lose my mind.
Thereâ??s nothing soft, or sweet, or polite, or playful about what happens next.
Kentâ??s mouth is hard on mine, all tongue and teeth and frustrated rage. I meet him at every stroke, pushing him back against the wall and tearing first at his suit jacket, trying to push it off his shoulders â?? wanting to feel his skin, but not knowing if I want to tear it with my nails or feel it pressed on mine â??
But then I decide, quite suddenly, that the suit jacket is a god damn waste of time and I push him, hard, so that he falls on his ass against the stone steps behind him. Kent gasps in pain as he lands, his anger flashing across his face as he glares up at me. He puts his hands down against the stone to thrust himself back up â??
But he stops when he sees me pull my tank top up over my head, baring my naked torso beneath. And as I hastily push at the elastic waist of my pajama shorts Kent makes a snap decision and falls back on the step, his hands moving hastily to his belt. When my shorts hit the ground heâ??s only halfway done, but Iâ??m already moving forward, acting completely on instinct, placing one knee steadily at the side of his hip and working to throw my other leg over him â??
â??Damn it, Fay,â? Kent mutters, pushing my leg back, still unzipping his pants and shoving them down. â??Would you let me just â??â??
â??Shut up,â? I snap, throwing my leg over him anyway, ignoring his protest and taking his face in both of my hands. He gets his pants down over his hips just as I fully straddle his lap and kiss him.
Kentâ??s neck bends backwards as I take control, as I hold his face between my palms and curve my body over him, slanting my mouth to the side and dipping my tongue deep into his mouth, loving the whiskey and tobacco taste of him. Kent moans against me, giving in, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. He lets me bend him back as far as I want, lets me lick him as deeply as I please, lets me do whatever I want for a change.
And then one of the hands tight around my waist loosens, moving quickly down over my ass and, after lingering a moment with a full grasp of my cheek in his palm, he dips that hand between us.
I know heâ??s hard for me already â?? I can feel him beneath me â?? but Kent positions his cock against my entrance, holding himself steady there but letting me â??
I pull my face away for a moment and open my eyes, looking down into his, surprised and making sure that â??
That heâ??s really letting me take charge.
He blinks once and nods just a little, just slightly. And then, gently at first, I lower myself down onto him.
But the moment I feel him start to press into me, I canâ??t go slow anymore. I let out a heavy moan and, shuddering at the feel of him, I let gravity pull me down fully onto his thick cock, my neck arching backward and my face turning up to the ceiling.
Kentâ??s whole body goes rigid as he feels me tighten around him, as I start to follow my bodyâ??s commands and pulse my hips, moving him inside of me. And then, as I start to go molten around him, Kent moans between his teeth and leans back, looking up at me, driving his cock further up into me and letting me grind against him.
I let my head hang back, pressing my eyes shut as my breath starts to come in short gasps. I wrap one hand around Kentâ??s neck for leverage as I begin to sweep my hips in long, deep strokes, digging my nails hard against his skin while the fingers of my other hand twist in his hair.
My release builds in me quickly, but Iâ??m not surprised â?? with me on top, Kent fills me to a depth Iâ??ve never felt before. Iâ??m already gasping, Kentâ??s hands hard on my hips, pulling me down tighter, moving with me and making every movement of my body rougher, sharper. I can feel his dick throb inside me, hard up against that place he hit when he fucked me in his office â?? that spot within me that wipes the world away and narrows my entire to focus on each pounding stroke.
Kent starts to meet me now, learning my rhythm, pulsing hard up into me every time I flick my hips forward. And then, as I come close to the edge of it, my back curling forward and my release breaking through â??
A groan breaks from Kentâ??s lips â?? a hard, desperate thing as he buries his face against my shoulder and I feel him spill against my inner walls, hot and thick â??
And the knowledge of it â?? of the fact that I did that â?? that I was in charge this time, and that I made Kent cum, as he made me before â??
Fuck, but it pushes me over, and Iâ??m gasping as the release pulses through me, tension chasing joy and pleasure and need throughout my stomach, my core, my limbs, my mindâ?¦
I fall forward, pulling him close against me, his head tucked against my shoulder as I slap one of my hands hard against his back, my nails sliding over his skin as the final pulses of my orgasm trace through me, as I continue to shudder and take shaky breaths. Unthinking, I trace my nails a little way down the length of Kentâ??s spine and he shivers under my hand. I smile at that, pleased, and do it again, eliciting a little growl from him that I like very much.
We stay just like for a minute while we catch our breath, my body straddling his lap, his arms tight around my waist, his forehead pressed against my shoulder as I pant and come back to myself. Then, realizing that thereâ??s a dull ache in my hips from being spread so far apart, I shift a little, but Kent tightens his arms, holding me still.
â??No, stop,â? he murmurs, his whole body still tense under my arms. â??Please, Fay,â? he whispers, and I open my eyes at the surprise of himâ?¦well, of asking me for something. Saying please. â??Please,â? he repeats, â??justâ?¦fucking let me hold you. For one minute.â?
I tense a little at his words but thenâ?¦I relent.