Ch. 236..240: Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad Chapter 236-240

Chapter 236

I shrug, a little coy, and look Gio over from head to toe. Because as much as he presents himself as outside of his family - someone who does not dress like them, who is clearly in a trade, and who has garnered both his father's and his grandfather's disappointment Which is something I'll have to keep an eye on in our future interactions. I don't trust him, even if he is close with Daniel. Not until I know what it is he wants.

- Gio has learned some tricks, hasn't he? He's quite adept at reading people.

So, I simply smile and neither confirm nor deny what Gio has said, making Daniel laugh and wrap an arm around my shoulders, looking towards the door. "Must you really go?" Gio asks Daniel, frowning, his face genuinely sad, even pleading. "I wanted to catch up."

"We do have to go," Daniel replies with an apologetic twist of his mouth. "But we're not disappearing. We'll be back - there will be time to catch up."

"Yes," Gio says, giving us both a little smirk. "I have a feeling there will be."

And then Daniel pulls open the door and Gio gives us both kisses on our cheeks - I keep forgetting to turn my head for the second, and make a mental note to start getting used to that - before waving to us as we head for the car.

As I climb inside, I give Daniel's favorite cousin one last smile, taking him in as he leans against the entryway to the gigantic, beautiful house.

"Why didn't you tell me about him?" I ask quietly as Daniel buckles in and starts the car.

"Didn't I?" Daniel asks, turning to me with a frown.

I turn to stare at him, a little surprised. "Daniel, not once did you mention that you had a cousin you were particularly close with. Cousins, you talked about all the time. But a best friend?" I turn my head to the side, curious and with a little bit of accusation in my words.

"Yeah, well," Daniel murmurs on a sigh, starting to pull the car out of the driveway and onto the road. "It's kind of a long story."

"Well," I say, reaching out a hand to pat him on the shoulder. "Luckily we've got a long ride."

"A long ride with a very angry mob boss at the end," Daniel mutters, smirking a bit. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"Oh, it'll be fine," I say, running my fingers through my hair and piling it on top of my head. "You just leave Kent to me."

Daniel laughs and nods. "Trust me, Fay," he says. "I have every intention of doing just that."

Daniel and I drive for about half an hour in quiet, both of us processing the events of the morning in our own way. I, for one, go over every moment of the meeting with Don Bianci again and again, trying to see it from his perspective, or to discover places where I slipped and said too much, or too little.

But eventually I sigh, because...well, I'm trying to get into his head, aren't I? And I'll never know what he thinks or thought - not really.

So, I'm better off not trying.

"Don't stress about it, Fay," Daniel says, giving me a smiling glance. "You did well in there."

"Yeah well, if I'd done really well he'd have leapt from his seat and said 'of course! What a great idea! I'm thrilled at this prospect - I immediately accept!"

Daniel laughs and shakes his head. "Don't wish for the moon, Fay, you'll only be disappointed."

We talk for a long time then, me spelling out all of my thoughts about our meeting and the all of the different possibilities. Daniel listens carefully and gives me his perspective, but we're both aware that he's just letting me process my own thoughts aloud. And I am, again, grateful for my sweet husband bestie.

But once I feel better about it all, I turn my attention to him. Because, I mean, while I had my own thoughts and emotions about the day - it must have been very different for Daniel, seeing his grandfather again, and on such different terms.

"Did it bother you at all?" I ask, turning to him a little and resting my head against my seat as I gaze at my husband. "The way that he...well, that he suggested he was disappointed in you?"

"Nah," Daniel says, giving a casual shrug. "I think I got used to disappointing these Italian fathers a long time ago. It's inevitable, unless you're willing to structure your life exactly like theirs."

"Is that how Gio feels too?" I ask quietly, considering.

"Yeah," Daniel says, his eyes on the road. "We were the closest in age, growing up, but our affinities run deeper than that. Neither of us really want to do what our dads do. And Kent - he let me slip more than Alessi did Gio." "Really?" I say, raising my eyebrows. "Is this the first and only time when Kent gets off the hook for being an easy dad?"

Daniel laughs and glances at me. "Only comparatively. I mean, he still arranged a mob marriage for me and held me to it -"

"To your distinct advantage," I murmur, teasing, making him laugh.

"Yes, undoubtedly," he says with a nod, "but Kent never made me go into the family business, not really. He let me to go to school for whatever I wanted and actively kept me from learning the illegal stuff, to keep me out of harm's way." I nod, considering it, liking this side of Kent - the protective dad.

"And Gio?" I ask, wanting more details.

Daniel laughs a little. "You know, he actually had to run away from home to go to college to be a nurse?"

"Really?" I ask, kind of tickled by the idea of someone's great rebellion being enrolling in medical school.

"Yeah," Daniel says, shaking his head and laughing. "But even after he got it and continues to work in the field," Daniel shrugs, "his entire family pressures him to give it up. They want him to inherit after Alessi."

"But doesn't Alessi have other kids?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, five others," Daniel says, raising his eyebrows at me. "And Tonio - he's second-eldest, after Gio - would be more than happy to take the spot. But," Daniel shrugs, "family is very important to the Bianci's, and the job goes to the eldest." I hum a little in understanding, considering this. Honestly, I see what Daniel means. Kent comes off as the comparatively easy father here.

We're quiet for a few moments before I speak again.

"Daniel," I say quietly. "Why didn't you tell me about Gio?"

He heaves a long sigh before glancing over at me, pressing his lips together, his face clearly reading are you really going to make me go into this?

And I give him a big grin and reach out to shove him lightly on the arm with just the tips of my fingers. "Tell me!" I demand, laughing. "I'm your wife! I'm supposed to know all of your deep dark secrets."

"I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. I just don't talk about it a lot because..." Daniel sighs again and I roll my eyes a little at how dramatic he can be. "Gio and I...we didn't leave things very well the last time that I was here."

"Why not?" I ask, sad for him and a deeply curious.

"Because," he says again, hesitating and glancing at me. "I kind of...stole his girlfriend."

"WHAT!?" I burst out, sitting up straight and then bursting into laughter. "Daniel, are you serious!?"

He hunches over in his seat, laughing along with me and shaking his head, blushing a little. "It was like five years ago!"

"What happened!?"

"It was stupid," he murmurs, rolling his eyes. "I was...jealous."

"Of what?" I gasp.

"You don't get it, Fay," he says, glancing over at me. "Gio and I? We were inseparable as kids growing up. And then when we started getting older and he was interested in girls? I mean - very interested in girls, all he wanted to do was go out with girls, and talk about girls, and meet new girls. Suddenly I didn't have Gio to myself anymore and I was so jealous - it felt like I lost my best friend. And he was really into this girl Violetta, and my reaction was..."

He grimaces here and I laugh again, able to interpret.

"So you and Violetta?" I say, raising my eyebrows at him. "Was she the great love of your life before Jerome?"

 

Chapter 237

"Obviously," Daniel says, rolling his eyes. "No, we were a dumpster fire. I couldn't bring myself to do more than kiss her." "Hmm," I say, blinking at him innocently. "I wonder what that's like..."

Daniel shoots a glare at me, half apology half chagrin, and moves on with the story. "As soon as I got her I didn't want anything to do with her and I was...not nice. But Gio wouldn't take her back, and then I dumped her and Gio wouldn't talk to me - so I went back to America and we didn't talk for a long time. Unfortunately, her family is...connected to ours. So it caused a big stir." He sighs and shakes his head. "I regret it, obviously." "Well, it seems like Gio is over it now," I say, hoping it's true. "He was really excited to see you."

"I know," Daniel says, his eyebrows going up. "I mean, I was really glad to see him. I hope he does forgive me, but we probably need to talk."

"So," I say quietly. "Gio doesn't know that you like guys?"

He sighs again, noncommittal, and I perk up again. "What is this side of the story?" I gasp, again intrigued.

"He caught me, once," Daniel murmurs. "But he never said anything -"

"Oh my god," I say, leaning forward. "Tell me everything."

"Well, I would," Daniel says, slowing down the car. "But...we might have other things on our mind just now."

I spin in my seat to look through the windshield as Daniel presses the button on the top of the car to open the gate to our villa.

"Oh god," I murmur, my fingers pressing lightly against my lips as the gate swings open and we start down the drive. "I didn't realize that we were home already." "Yup," Daniel says, a little humor in his voice. "And as predicted, look who's here waiting for us."

And even though Daniel's right, that we were completely prepared for this and knew what was waiting for us here...

The sight of Kent, standing in front of the house with his arms crossed tensely over his chest, glaring daggers at us as we make our way up the drive?

My stomach plummets all the way down and I don't even blink - I can't keep my eyes off of him.

Because I don't think I've ever seen Kent this pissed off.

"All right, little wife," Daniel murmurs, his voice genuinely worried as he pulls the car to the front of the house and parks it. "This is all you."

"I take it back," I murmur, looking away from Kent as he glares at us, livid and unmoving from his place in front of the house. "You do it. I'm not used to scary Kent. You grew up with this! You have more experience!"

"Nope," Daniel says, smirking at me as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "This was the deal." Daniel puts his hand on the door handle, ready to pull. "You ready?"

I unbuckle my own belt and sigh as I give Daniel one last look. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go."

And then, together, we step out of the car and I steel myself to face my second mafia don of the day.

"Where the hell did you two go?" Kent growls, not moving from his spot, though his words are full of enough rage that I have to work not to flinch away from him.

I mean, I'm not scared of Kent anymore, but I'm certainly reminded of why I used to be.

Still, I know how to handle this. So I turn to him with a soft smile and brush my hair behind my ears. "Hey, Kent," I say, starting towards his side.

Kent puts a hand out, his palm flat towards me. "Cut the shit, Fay," he growls, glaring at me. "Talk. Now. Where the hell did you go?"

I stop in my tracks, knowing not to push him. Daniel comes to my side and slips his hands into his pockets. "We went to go see nonno, dad," he says, with a little sigh and a shrug, knowing exactly what the reaction is going to be to this. Kent's face goes pale and his expression drops along with his hand. "You...you what!?"

"Come on inside," Daniel says, starting towards the door, "we'll explain -"

But Kent's there in a flash, grabbing Daniel by the front of his shirt and giving him a rough shake. "What the f**k were you thinking, Daniel!?" he shouts, his voice half terrified and half livid. "You went - you went to -" Kent drops Daniel's shirt suddenly and steps away with a groan, sinking his hands into his hair and turning away from us, muttering mournful words and shaking his head.

My eyes go a little wide, because I had expected him to be angry, but I hadn't expected this.

"Dad," Daniel says, taking a step towards him.

"You're a fucking idiot, Daniel," Kent snarls, spinning to glare at his son, his expression again furious. "You have no idea what and who you're messing with here - you are completely out of your league -“ "It was my idea, Kent," I say quietly, stepping between them. "I did this, not Daniel."

"Well then he's even more of a fucking idiot, Fay," Kent growls, leaning down a little to look me in the eye. "Because he let you have the confidence to think that you could handle Bianci, and you absolutely cannot."

I look squarely at Kent now, doing my best to pat down the anger that's rising in me now in response to his words. Because I didn't do this lightly and without thought. This plan? It's been in the works for months now. But I can't throw that in Kent's face right now, not like this.

Nope.

Both of us need to cool down.

Or, perhaps more precisely, heat up.

So, I take a second to stare at him for a moment before I step closer and put a hand on his arm. "Come on, Kent," I say quietly, looking up into his gorgeous, furious face. "Let's talk about this inside." "I am not finished -"

But I just give him a little glare and turn towards the house, letting him know that I'm going in with or without him.

Daniel turns to walk with me and Kent gives an audible snarl as he storms in after us.

When we get in, I see Jerome standing as still as a deer in the kitchen, not knowing where to go. Dad has made himself scarce but Janeen is stretched out languidly on the couch, grinning, looking between us all. "Hey, sis!" she calls. "Thanks so much for leaving me to deal with all of this tension today! Really fun!"

I send a glance in Janeen's direction but ignore her, knowing that it's not the time. Instead, I start towards my room.

Daniel steps towards the kitchen, towards Jerome.

"I am not finished with you," Kent growls, taking a step after Daniel, wanting to keep us together.

"Come on, Kent," I snap, keeping my voice a little bored, though everyone can tell that I'm certainly frustrated.

The room goes completely silent, except for Janeen's little squeak of delight at what must be Kent's appalled face. But I don't look over my shoulder as I head down the short hall to our room. There's really only one way this is going right now - and it's my way. If Kent wants answers, he's coming with me.

And perhaps realizing that - but likewise pissed that I've taken control like this - Kent storms after me.

I leave the door to the room open as I casually pass through, and Kent slams it closed behind him.

"Fay!" he snaps, but I don't turn around. Instead, I lift my hands to the back of my neck and start to tug at the zipper there.

"Get over here!" Kent shouts. "We are not finished with this conversation!"

"We didn't even start it," I reply, kicking off my shoes and still not looking at him as I get my dress's zipper all the way down. I hear him following me as I make my way into the bathroom. Halfway across the bathroom I tug the dress over my head and toss it to the floor. Then I walk into the huge walk-in shower in the corner of the room and turn the water on, setting the temperature to very hot before turning to Kent.

"What the fuck are you doing," he growls from the doorway. Something in me quails a little bit when I see that he's actually angrier now than he was when we got home - but still, I know that it's not going to be any better for either of us if I just collapse to him now. I'm going to tell him what happened, and he's going to cool down so he can think logically about this. We can kill two birds with one stone.

"I'm taking a shower, Kent," I say with a sigh, reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, letting it fall casually to the floor.

 

Chapter 238

Kent's eyes go to the floor with the bra, and then his gaze slowly travels up my body as I shimmy out of my panties and then kick them away when they hit the tiles. "This isn't going to work, Fay," Kent says, his voice low with warning. "You're not going to seduce me out of answering your questions or being pissed at you -" "I'm not trying to, Kent," I say, my voice calm as I turn away and walk into the water. "I'm just taking a shower. I'll answer whatever questions you have."

For a second I close my eyes and gasp a little as the water hits my skin. This shower is a marvel of engineering, with water shooting from at least six points strategically positioned on the walls and the ceiling. Most of the water falls directly from above, mimicking a rain storm. I take a moment to tilt my head back, letting it wash over me, and I'm drenched in seconds.

But after I've gotten used to it, I turn back to Kent, unsurprised to see him glaring at me, fully dressed, from the edge of the tiles where the shower begins.

"What do you want to know?" I say, reaching for the sea sponge and the soap. "Tell me everything," he demands, leaning against the wall, looking determinedly at my face and not letting his eyes stray. And I do.

As I later up the sponge and drag it over my neck, and then down my chest, and then over my stomach and around to my back, I tell Kent everything. I tell him about how months ago we arranged for the DNA test so that the baby would be a Bianci, so that we could offer them an heir and solidify my connection to Daniel, making this a deal between family, not rivals. And then I tell him about how Daniel and I decided to leave Kent behind because we knew he'd never let us go and make our offer to the Don.

Halfway through the telling, Kent covers his face with his hand, his shoulders shaking just a little with frustration. But I press on, standing in the steady stream of water, telling him about meeting his family, and being escorted upstairs to see the Don. And then about the offer I made of everything I own, everything I've stolen and killed for, in exchange for Kent's freedom.Our freedom.

When Kent raises his head, his face holds a great deal of grief.

"Fay," he says, his voice cracking a little as he scrapes a hand down the length of his face. "It's - it's too much - and he'll never -"

"He will," I say, my eyebrows going up as I reach out a hand towards him. "It's a move that plays to his greed for power and his familial pride, Kent," I sigh. "It makes sense."

Kent shakes his head at me. "He doesn't do things just because they make sense, Fay," he murmurs. "It's not that simple."

"Then come explain it to me," I say quietly, allowing myself to beg just a little bit. And then I take a step closer to Kent, my hand still outstretched.

No part of me is surprised when Kent sighs and starts to pull his shirt over his head. I know my man well.

I take a few steps closer now, intending to help, but Kent's glare stops me in my tracks. Because he is still pissed, and does not want my assistance right now. So I step back into the stream of water, reaching for the shampoo and starting to wash my hair as my eyes follow Kent's every move as he strips down.

Because, I mean...where else would I look?

Kent's angry enough to be dangerous right now, but he's still hot as hell.

My eyes are still on him as he stands up straight and steps into the shower with me, immediately coming close enough that his stomach presses against mine as he glares down at me. Kent raises his hands to my head, sinking his fingers into my hair and running through the long strands, rinsing the suds of the shampoo out.

"Do you know what I'm going to say next, Fay?" Kent murmurs, his voice still tense. "Since you know everything?"

I close my eyes, my hands finding a spot on either side of his waist as I tilt my head back, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers against my scalp. "You're going to say that we should have told you our plan," I say quietly. "And let you talk us out of it." "And you're going to tell me it was a good plan, and I wouldn't have let you, so I forced your hand."

I open my eyes then, bringing my head back up and nodding to him. "And would I be wrong?"

"Is that the most important thing to you?" he asks quietly, his hands stroking over my hair possessively. "To be right?"

"No, Kent," I say, pulling him tighter against me. "The most important thing is for you to be free of all of this. So we can do what you said you wanted - what we wanted. Remember? No more criminal bullshit. The vineyard...the baby. A simpler, safer life." He growls, surprising me by spinning me around. I stand facing the wall for a second, not understanding - but then I hear Kent grab another bottle from the little shelf and hear him squeeze something in his hand. And then I smile, biting my lip a little, as I feel Kent begin to apply conditioner to my hair before starting to speak again.

"The route to freedom, Fay," he murmurs, working the conditioner through my hair firmly but gently, "was not to go to Bianci."

"Explain that to me, Kent," I say on a sigh, tilting my head back a little and taking a step closer to him, unable to stop myself from reaching behind me and wrapping my hands around his hips. "If you still 'owe' him, and couldn't leave the criminal element behind because he wouldn't let you, then what else is there to do but offer him something worth letting you go?"

"Because he has no intention of ever letting me go," Kent murmurs, using his fingers to work the conditioner completely through my hair. "And now, with this baby, and this deal, you've given him everything he needs to wrap you and Daniel up in it too." I shake my head, not believing it. "We won't let that happen, Kent," I say, assured.

He turns me again, and I open my eyes to look at him as he again tilts my head back, rinsing my hair clean. "You already have, Fay," he says, shaking his head. "I think that..."

He sighs and wraps his arms around me, truly holding me for the first time today as he looks down into my face. Steam puffs in the shower all around us as I look up into his eyes, and very suddenly it feels like the only things that exist in this world right now are Kent and me. That everything outside of this room is...illusory.

And as he studies me, his eyes roving over the details of my face as he presses me tightly to him, I think...well, I think he must feel precisely the same.

"The only way out of this, Fay," he whispers. "Was to run. To avoid him at all costs."

"Then why did we come to Sicily, Kent?" I ask, my voice as soft as his.

And he shakes his head at me, as if I've caught him there. Or as if he really doesn't know.

I raise my hands to his cheeks then, hoping he hears me. Because as mad as he is, and as good as his points are, I don't regret a single thing I did today.

"Kent," I whisper, "there was no running. He was going to find us. The right move was going to him first."

"Fine," Kent growls, baring his teeth at me just a little bit. "But then you should have let me be the one to go."

"I had more to offer than you," I counter, shaking my head.

"You offered too much," he says, getting mad again. "And you gave him too much information, making the offer for me -"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Don't you see it?" he asks, his face close to mine now, the water dripping down his cheeks and off his nose. And damn it, I can't help it, but my hands raise, my fingers sinking into his hair.

"No," I whisper, as I stroke his hair back from where it has fallen into his face. "Please," I ask, my face close to his now as heat begins to pulse in my core. "I don't understand - what did I miss?"

"That Daniel and I have always been at odds," Kent murmurs, his head dipping just a little now as he begins to give in. "That Daniel - my freedom would never be enough for him to ask you to give up everything. Not for me."

"Oh," I say, blinking a little as I realize what he's saying. I start to fall back a step, but he doesn't let me. "You mean," I continue, speaking the words as I think them, "it wouldn't make sense for me to give it all up for you...if I am already safe with Daniel and the child." Kent hums a little in confirmation when I finally get it, but I just curse and cover my face with my hands.

"Shit," I whisper, realizing that he's right that I...I gave too much.

And Bianci - he's too clever to have missed it.

So, what on earth will his counter-move be?

Chapter 239

Kent clicks his tongue in sympathy and I look up at him, my eyes wide with regret. He just shakes his hea outmatched."

I frown at him a little bit. "Are you suggesting that what I did in the months while you were in jail was

me. "It wasn't a bad plan, Fay," he murmurs, holding me tight. "You're just...playing chess with the grand masters now. You're kind of bound to be

He shakes his head, his face perfectly serious. "Don't accuse me of things I don't mean just to get the upper hand, Fay," he murmurs, and I sigh, realizing that...well, maybe I was doing that a little bit. "But your dad was...never a top tier player, even if he lucked into some of the right moves with Ivan's help -"

"Took you out," I mutter, a little bitter.

Kent gives a short laugh and shakes his head. "And you don't have the element of surprise anymore, Fay, which you have to admit was a big part of your plan to get me free and escape the country. They know your name now - Bianci, he has a reason to see you coming."

I sigh again, resting my head against his chest, frustrated. "So, what was the right move?"

"The right move," he says, tightening his arms around my me and resting his head against mine as the water pours around us, "was coming to me with this idea and working together to figure it out."

I pull away a bit and frown up at him. "And you'd have let me do that? You'd...work with me? Let me be part of the planning?"

Kent stares down into my face and lifts a hand to my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "You've prover yourself capable, Fay," he answers. "More than capable - a talented strategic mind. I'd be stupid to turn you away - what, because you're young? A woman? Pregnant?" he shakes his head at me. "Give me more credit than that."

I narrow my eyes at him, not quite believing it. Not yet. "You always shut the door on me before."

"Yeah," he sighs, his hand slipping down my back now. "That was before you put together a fairly brilliant plan to get me out of jail that went off without a hitch. That was frankly dull with its perfection - honestly, not a single shot fired, Fay -"

And I laugh now, shaking my head up at him, my heart raising a little bit.

"So did I totally fuck it up?" I whisper, anxious.

"You did not," he murmurs, his hand slipping lower now to take a firm grip of my ass. "We'll work it ou Fayt's not what I'd have chosen, and you acted sooner than I'd have chosen to act but...you're not wrong that we'd have had to face him eventually. And your first move was not a bad one."

I start to smile a little but hesitate when he frowns, narrowing his eyes at me, his hand tightening its "But that's not what we really need to talk about right now," he murmurs, his voice deepening, darken "It's - it's not?" I ask, my eyes going wide with anticipation and a little bit of anxiety. Because what...

d pulling me closer against him.

But suddenly I give a little gasp as Kent uses his grip on my ass to pull me hard against him and then lifts, sliding my wet body up along his until I'm lifted up firmly against him. He glares at me again before striding three steps forward until my back presses against the cool tiles of the shower wall.

"We have to talk," he growls, "about you lying to me, and sneaking out of the house, with Daniel of all people -"

And I smirk a little - I can't help it because this? This fight is more familiar territory. This I can handle.

But Kent just shakes his head at me, narrowing his eyes until the smirk falls from my face.

"I'm serious, Fay," he says, pressing me back against the wall. "We're not going to do it like this, with you doing whatever the hell you want and just swanning back into the house and taking your clothes off until I'm not mad anymore. I admit - it worked this time. But that's the end of it."

And I hesitate, not really wanting to agree to this because...

I mean. This worked out pretty great for me.

And so I loop my arms around his neck and move myself closer, letting the wet skin of my breasts press against his chest. "Well then what will we do instead?" I murmur, lifting my mouth to his.

But, to my surprise, he just shakes his head at me again. "No," he snaps. "I'm serious, Fay, this is the end of it. That is the last lie you tell me, and the last time you do something behind my back. We agree - I won't do it to you, and you won't do it to me. Or else this is done."

I pull back a little in shock, blinking up at him, trying to judge if he's serious. But when I take in the clenched line of his jaw, this drawn brows....I realize that he is.

"All right," I say, my eyes going wide with sudden fear. "Never again, Kent. I promise - that's the end of it. The end of it all. Okay?"

He nods tersely, but doesn't stop glaring at me, doesn't let me down from my place pressed against the wall.

"So," I say, anxiety coiling in my chest now. "Kent, are we...are we okay? Are we good?"

"Not yet," he snaps, his grip on me tightening once more.

My frown deepens, confused. "What -"

But before I can get my question out Kent's mouth is hard on mine. I moan almost instantly as he parts my lips with his, as his tongue slides into my mouth. One hand wraps around my waist, pinning me firmly to him as his other hand leaves my a*s and slides between us.

My moan deepens as he slides his fingers against me and I tear my head to the side, pressing my eyes shut at the intensity of the feeling of Kent's hands sliding against me. God - Kent's hands - all thoughts of this afternoon, of mafia drama - it all disappears, because the only thing I can focus on now is the way he's slipping his thumb right to that point at the crest of me.

"I'm going to show you, Fay," Kent growls, his voice low, "that good things come when you listen to me, and do as I say!"

My back arches, pressing me closer to him as I moan my agreement, my consent, anything that will keep him going. Then angry hum in his chest deepens as he continues to stroke me with his thumb, sending shivers through my entire body. Then, when a moan slips from my lips at every stroke, Kent's fingers slip lower, two pressing into me, slow and thick. I groan and shudder at the feel of him starting to fill me - his fingers curling right at that spot -

My breath comes in hard pants already, because I want him - I mean, I always want him, but now, especially - I want to be as close to him as I can. My eyes flutter open as Kent's hand begins to pulse and water drips down my face, dragging over my lips as I stare into his gorgeous face -

Kent shifts his hand, going deeper, and my head falls back a little, my eyelids fluttering because it's perfect - god, f**k, how does he know precisely -

He lowers his mouth to my bared neck, and I swear I light on fire at the press of his lips against my pulse. My hips buck against him, wanting more, needing it pleasure builds in me already to the breaking point, coaxed there in an instant by Kent's expert hands. I lift my head, my hands going to his face, wanting his mouth on mine again as I start to spill over -

"No," he snaps and I whimper a little as he pulls his hand away -

I blink, my breathing rough in the hot foggy air of the shower, and stare at him, confused -

Why -

"On your feet, Fay," he orders, his grip on my waist loosening.

 

Chapter 240

"What -"

Kent just gives me a look that silences me and I groan a little, my mouth trembling - I was so close - but I do as I'm told, unlocking my legs from their place around his waist and placing them on the ground.

Before I can even think, Kent grabs me by the waist and spins me, and pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, leaning me forward so that my hands and chest are pressed against the wall. His free hand goes to my hips, pulling them backward against him so that I can feel the full, hard press of his c**k. My nipples instantly go hard up against the cool tile that I rest my cheek against.

"Who is in charge here, Fay," Kent growls, pressing the hard mass of that thick d**k up against my slick folds, pulling hard on my hips so that he grinds against me.

I moan a little, heat pulsing suddenly through me as I relish the coolness of the wall against my flushed cheek, closing my eyes, wanting him. "You are, Kent," I whisper, my voice thick with my need.

"And you're going to do exactly what I tell you to?" he asks, leaning over my back and teasing me, pressing the tip of his cock just at the edge of my entrance. I press my hips backwards, wanting him, but lightening fast he whips the hand from my shoulders and smacks me hard in the a*s.

"No," he growls. "Say it."

"Whatever you want," I pant, my eyes pressed shut. "Whatever you say." The words are basically a gibberish moan - I don't even know if he understands them - but the deep, contented hum of Kent's breath in his chest lets me know he takes my meaning. I brace myself against the wall as Kent starts to press into me, and then he drives himself forward, filling me with a single stroke. The sound that rips from my throat is wordless, feral - because I love - I love this -

I fucking love the way my body feels when it clenches around him - love the feel of him pounding that thick c**k so deep inside me that I feel him everywhere - love the sound of his quickening breath as he loses grip on the control that's so precious to him. I love the way that pleasure spools out in me, building again to that peak, to that crest I was previously denied -

"No," he growls again, his pace quickening. My eyes blink open and I try to look back but he slams his hips forward, making me moan and shut my eyes again, unable to help it. "You'll cum when I tell you to, Fay."

"What?" I gasp, confused - my mind fuzzy with pleasure -

"Don't you dare," he growls, pounding faster now, shifting his angle lower in a way that makes me groan, makes my legs feel a little weak, "finish until I tell you to."

"Kent," I gasp, his name hot on my tongue as I feel myself start to go, "I don't think I can -"

"Don't, Fay!" he snaps, raising his hand again and smacking me sharp on the ass, a move that just makes me clench tighter against him. "Do as I say," he commands.

And I hesitate - because I want to, but I'm not sure that I can - I'm not in control - but then he slows his pace and fucks me with long, deep, thorough strokes and it feels like my mind goes blank. F**k, but all I can do is gasp, and nod, and agree to do whatever the f**k he wants me to do whenever he wants me to do it -

Because this? God, yes, this is everything I want - I could stay the rest of my life in this shower -

"Good girl," Kent murmurs, bending down over me and continuing to fuck me with those thick, hard, deep strokes as I do everything, everything I can to hold myself together, my legs shaking with the effort. The pleasure, it builds in me now, past the point where I thought it could go, and I struggle and writhe against Kent, my hips bucking hard against him, whimpering with want and need.

I feel Kent's hot breath on my back as the water streams around us, as Kent begins to set a brutal, steady pace, pounding so deep into me that the pleasure coils tighter and tighter like a spring, wanting to loosen. But I don't let it.

Still it's so hard I can't hold it back much longer -

I groan, my back arching, and I whimper as I turn my face to him over my shoulder. "Kent," I pant, "I can't - I can't hold it back anymore -

"Beg me for it," he growls, a hand sliding across my stomach to grasp my breast, his fingers twisting against my nipple - "Please," I plead, the word breathless and desperate.

"Go," he commands, shifting again, the new angle at which he fucks me hitting some point that makes my head fall back as I cry out, as everything spills forward - all the coiled up pleasure, all the delayed gratification -

I shout and moan as it courses through me, my whole body shaking, and Kent quickly pulls me back so that my back is flush against his chest, holding me through it as I feel him shudder and moan himself, and then the quick rush of his cum filling me inside, hot and thick and luxurious after the brutal pounding I just took.

I have absolutely no control of my body for a few moments as the pleasure streaks through me, Kent holding me tight against him as his own body shakes and shudders, stroking into me a few more times as the feelings subside.

When it's done, when my breath comes back to me in heavy pants, I hang my head forward, my eyes pressed shut.

"Are you all right?" he murmurs, cupping my cheek and starting to turn my face towards him.

When I don't answer he goes tense, and then spins me, and cups my face in his palms. "Fay!" he snaps, forcing me to blink my eyes open as I look up at him.

"I'm fine, Kent!" I say, swatting at him without force and giving him a little frown as I stumble back a step. "Would you give a girl a minute to come down?"

He laughs, a relieved little sound, and before I can do anything he dips down and wraps his hands again around the back of my thighs, lifting me up again and wrapping my legs again around his waist. I groan at the movement, just wanting to stay still, but I tuck my head against his neck and wrap my arms around him, letting him carry me as he turns off the water and steps out of the shower.

My body goes tense at the sudden cold now that we're out of what was basically a sauna, and Kent murmurs something sweet to me before grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around my shoulders. Then he heads for the door.

"Noo," I moan, lifting my head a little, coming back to myself more and more as each moment passes. "It's going to be freezing out there -"

"Well get you to bed," 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. "I'm not finished with you, anyway."

"What?" I ask, shocked and a little intimidated as I lift my head and stare at him. "Kent, I don't think my legs work anymore - how can you not be finished with me?"

"Because," he growls, striding for the bed and narrowing his eyes at me. "I want to be absolutely sure you've learned your lesson."

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 -

And my traitor body betrays me as my eyes again flutter shut, and I press myself closer to him, somehow wanting more -

But just as Kent leans down to lay me on the bed -

The doorbell rings.