Chapter 106

“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.

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0105 “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.