Chapter 131

But here I am, dressed in a corset and panties, in Kent’s secret sex room, with him asking me if I’m ready to begin?

My mouth goes dry, hanging open slightly, and I have absolutely no answer.

Because honestly...I don’t know what I want –

But then.

I see Kent’s mouth curve up, ever so slightly, as he sees the panic plain on my face. As he thinks that he’s won.

And god damn it, but it lights that fire in me. I snap my mouth shut and square my shoulders, pleased when I see that smile drop from his lips.

“Sure, Kent,” I say, giving a casual little shrug, feeling a new confidence flood me that I certainly hadn’t had ten minutes ago – hell, thirty seconds ago.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Kent’s eyes narrow at me and he takes a deep breath in through his nose. I watch him closely, my breath and heart rate still raised as I sweep my eyes over him, noticing the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt, the trim line of his body as it traces down to his hips, the –

The heaviness there, at the front of his pants.

The panic and the thrill pulse through me anew at the sight of it, of what I’ve raised in him, and I feel a new perverse curiosity as well. I want, suddenly, to unbuckle his belt, to let his pants fall to the floor. To see it for myself.

Which is something totally new for me. I’ve never done this before – not really. Never been in a room alone with a man who was hard for me, who wants to see me naked like this, who wants to...to touch me. And who, I’m realizing, I want to touch.

I raise my eyes to his, then, and let him see me wanting it.

Kent clenches his jaw fiercely, a predator holding itself back from launching itself at its prey. I take a careful step closer, but he shakes his head and shifts his gaze.

“There,” he commands, pointing over at a wall where I look to see a series of D-shaped metal anchors in a row about a foot higher than my head.

“Over there, Fay.”

I glance at Kent’s face again but then do as he says, walking slowly over to the wall and looking up at the metal loops while Kent moves swiftly to a cabinet a few feet away. “What are these for?” I ask, staring up at them.

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0130 “I’m going to show you,” Kent murmurs, coming up close behind me, so close that I can feel the heat of him radiating against me. I resist the shocking new urge I feel to lean back, to press my ass against him –

“Hands up,” he orders. “Above your head.”

I comply, lifting my arms up, waiting, staring straight at the wall.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, grasping my left wrist first and wrapping a wide leather cuff tightly around it. I shoot my eyes up to watch, shocked to see that the cuff has a little chain attached to it that leads to the matching cuff still in Kent’s hand. I watch breathless as Kent passes the other cuff through one of the d-rings above me, and then lowers it to wrap it around my other wrist, fastening it shut.

And then...

Then I start to really freak out.

Because this doesn’t feel like a game of chicken anymore.

It feels like Kent Lippert just changed me to a wall in his secret sex chamber, and I had no way of getting out if he doesn’t let me. And now I can feel him behind me, closing the distance between us.

Fuck. Fuck.

“I’ve wanted you like this, Fay,” Kent murmurs, putting his hands on my waist and sliding them down, feeling the enhanced curves of my body that the corset gives me. “For a very, very long time. And I’ve never waited this patiently for a woman in my life.”