Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
â??Well get you to bed,â? he promises, holding me tight and pulling the door open. I give a little squeak and press myself closer to Kent when the air from the bedroom comes in and is, as I suspected, significantly cooler than the bathroom. â??Iâ??m not finished with you, anyway.â?
â??What?â? I ask, shocked and a little intimidated as I lift my head and stare at him. â??Kent, I donâ??t think my legs work anymore â?? how can you not be finished with me?â?
â??Because,â? he growls, striding for the bed and narrowing his eyes at me. â??I want to be absolutely sure youâ??ve learned your lesson.â?
I moan a little again, thinking that I need at least a minute to get back to normal before anything else happens, but then he smirks at me, and lowers his mouth to my jaw, pressing his tongue languidly to that soft place just below it that he knows always makes me moan â??
And my traitor body betrays me as my eyes again flutter shut, and I press myself closer to him, somehow wanting more â??
But just as Kent leans down to lay me on the bed â??
The doorbell rings.
Kent stands up straight, jostling me a little as he his biceps tense and he holds me protectively to his chest. â??Who the hell is that?â?
My eyes go wide as I look at our bedroom door, as if whoever rang is standing right outside of it. All of the delicious sensations slip from me in a second, replaced by sudden fear. â??I didnâ??t even know we had a doorbell.â?
â??We donâ??t,â? Kent murmurs, gently putting me on my feet, his eyes still on the door. â??Itâ??s technically the gate bell â??â??
We hear a murmuring of words from the living room and then a slow curse before a long beep.
Kent curses too before grabbing the sheets off the bed and wrapping them hastily around his waist. Then, he strides for the window.
â??Donâ??t open that!â? I shriek, seeing him reach for the blinds. He ignores me, pulling the blinds open and I shriek again, clutching the fluffy towel to my chest. But then I lean to the side, peering curiously beyond Kent to seeâ?¦
A silver car â?? a fancy one â?? making its way down the drive and pulling in front of the house.
â??Kent?â? I ask, anxious. â??Do you know who it is?â?
He ignores me still, which makes me purse my lips, but then I see him flinch back as whoever it is climbs out of the car. â??Shit,â? he says once, under his breath. And then heâ??s suddenly moving, letting the blinds fall and moving instantly to my side. â??Letâ??s go,â? he says, grabbing me by the waist and marching me over to the closet, letting the sheets fall from his waist.
â??Who is it!?â? I gasp, desperate, trying to look back.
â??Just go, Fay,â? he growls, pushing me rather roughly into the closet and moving to the boxes where my clothes are kept but which I havenâ??t yet unpacked. He rips through them.
â??Kent!â? I demand, stomping my foot. â??Tell me right now! Who the hell is here!â?
â??Danielâ??s cousin,â? Kent says, sending me a glare over my shoulder. â??Giovanni.â?
â??Gio!?â? I ask, my eyes going wide. â??But heâ?¦â?
â??Let me guess,â? Kent growls, standing and tossing whatever he was looking for at me â?? I catch it and am confused to see that itâ??sâ?¦a black swimsuit. â??You drove home, and didnâ??t bother to look behind to see who was following?â?
I look up from the swimsuit, my jaw falling open.
Becauseâ?¦
Yup. Thatâ??s exactly what we did.
â??Amateurs,â? he mutters, moving swiftly to his own set of clothes â?? most of which are, of course, neatly unpacked, folded, and put away in orderly fashion. â??Put that on, Fay,â? he barks, beginning to pull on his own set of clothes.
â??Why do I get a bathing suit?â? I grumble, even as I pull it on.
â??Because youâ??re all wet,â? he replies, not bothering to look at me as he buttons his slacks. â??Get a robe, too.â?
Confused, but â?? well, having learned my lesson â?? I obey, pulling the swimsuit hastily over my body and then grabbing a pretty green-and-blue floral robe that isnâ??t precisely made for the pool butâ?¦
Well. Whatever. I donâ??t even know whatâ??s going on, so Iâ??m not going to be picky about fashion choices right now. As I pull it on I hear voices faintly out in the living room, joyful greetings in Italian.
â??Letâ??s go,â? Kent says, making me jump a little as heâ??s suddenly at my side, grabbing my arm.
â??Kent!â? I hiss, looking between him and the door. â??Gioâ??s obviously going to know whatâ??s going on if we both come out of the master bedroom soaking wet!â?
â??I know,â? Kent growls, pulling me towards our little balcony terrace instead of the main door. And then my eyes go wide as I start to figure it out. â??Which is why youâ??re going to come in from the back door, having just gone for a swim â??â??
Half of me marvels at how fast Kent thinks, but the other half is distracted by the six-foot drop from the terrace to the ground below.
â??Kent!â? I squeak, putting my weight into my heels. But he just lifts me into his arms, having no time for my protests. â??Thereâ??s no way! Iâ??m going to break a leg!â?
â??No, youâ??re not,â? he growls, carrying me over to the edge of the terrace.
â??Are you going to throw me off!?â? I say in a frantic half-whisper, half-shriek.
Kent pauses at the edge of the terrace, glaring down at me in his arms. I stare up at him with wide, scared eyes. â??Seriously, Fay? Do you seriously think Iâ??m going to throw you off the balcony?â?
â??Things are happening very fast right now, Kent!â? I snap in reply.
He just huffs a quick sigh and shakes his head at me, lifting me over the edge of the terrace and then helping me find my footing on the tiny ledge on the other side. Then, holding my hands, he gives me a set of crisp orders that I obey without hesitation. Before I know it Iâ??m leaning backwards over the six foot drop, my eyes wide with terror, my hands held firmly in Kentâ??s.
â??Okay,â? he says, looking into my eyes. â??Iâ??m going to lower you down now, and then drop you the final few feet to the â??â??
â??WHAT!?â?
â??Fay,â? he growls, his hands tightening on mine as he glares at me hard now. â??We have about ten seconds to do this â??â??
â??You are not dropping me off this balcony â??â??
â??Hey,â? he snaps, shaking his head sharply at me and holding my gaze. â??Do you trust me or not?â?
And then I take a very deep breath and glare back at himâ?¦because, god damn it, I do, but I very much wish I didnâ??t right now.
But I nod, once, the expression on my face clearly communicating that heâ??s going to pay for this later.
And, damn him, but Kent smirks before leaning forward to yank me close enough to kiss me once before again holding his hands further out. â??Just dangle, Fay,â? he murmurs. â??Iâ??ll lower you, and thenâ?¦it will be like, three feetâ?¦â?
I canâ??t help another little shriek of fear as I press my eyes shut and do as he says, dangling from his hands, clinging to him as he lowers me â??
But then, quite suddenly â?? his hands are gone, and I give another little shriek as I plummet to the ground â??
Or, well, fall three feet. As he said.