Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father - Chapter 299
Chapter 299
“See!?” I say, my blush deepening in my embarrassment. I raise my hands to my checks, trying to
block it from his sight. “Kent, I can’t be a viper when I do this whenever anyone says something nice
about me
“You can,” he says, pulling my hands away and pressing a kiss to cach of my blushing cheeks, “if you
would just start believing the compliments. Or believing it of yourself before someone has the grace to
inform you of it.”
“Oh, I can’t do that,” I sigh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands.
“Why not, Fay?” Kent asks softly, his voice curious. “You’re the only one who doesn’t know your power
the moment you walk into the room. Fiona saw it immediately. So did I. It’s why Natalia can’t stand you.
No one doubts you as much as you do.”
“Really?” I breathe, pulling my hands away from my face and looking up at him. “Is that honestly how
you see me, Kent?”
“It is,” he says, holding my eyes so that I’ll believe him for a moment before shifting his body so that his
head is lower now, down by my shoulders. Kent dips his head again, kissing me in the hollow of my
throat and then down my chest. “You’re a viper hiding in the skin of a fawn, Fay. It’s incredibly sexy.
You’re just
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the last one to figure it out.”
I shake my head and smirk at the top of his head and burying my fingers in his hair as he moves his
body even lower on the bed, pressing kisses to my stomach, letting his tongue stroke. languidly across
my skin. “I bet you say this to all the girls,” I murmur, a little disgruntled. “The fawn/viper line is a good
one.”
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“I have never said that to any girl,” Kent says, looking up at me quickly with a little fury in his eyes. “And
I wouldn’t have said it to you, except you got me all drunk on tequila. Loosened my tongue, in all the
worst ways.”
And then he lowers his face to my stomach again, tugging angrily at the lacy edges of my panties as he
moves further down.
“Well, if this is the result,” I say, my breath starting to come in little pants as he licks lower, and lower,
“then we’re having tequila every day…”
Kent nips me on the inner thigh then, punishment for my sass, and I give a sharp little yelp that quickly
turns into a moan as he begins to lick me, languidly, precisely where I want him to lick.