Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 136

Kent stares at me for a moment, going completely still not even blinking. I think he even forgets to breathe.

And then he hauls in a hard breath, choking on it a little as he take a stumbling step back. I can't help but laugh, thrilled a little at the result. It's not often that anyone sees Kent Lippert off balance, and I have to admit - I enjoyed the sight. "Seriously, Fay?" Kent asks, raising his eyebrows at me and taking one hand off my waist to cover his mouth as he coughs, recovering from his surprise. "Are you - are you serious?" "You don't want to?" I ask, frowning a little, pretending to shrink away.

"No!" he says, grabbing at my waist and pulling me back, making me smile, though I try not to make it too victorious. "I mean yes - or -" he takes a moment to steel himself, glaring down at me a little, perhaps figuring out that I've intentionally surprised him. "Believe me, Fay," Kent murmurs, his voice husky and slow now that he's recovered himself, "there's absolutely nothing I'd rather to do than teach you this particular skill." And he takes a moment, then, to let his eyes drop to my mouth, to raise a hand to my face and run his thumb lingeringly over my lower lip. "I'm just...surprised that you don't want to talk."

"About what?" I ask, perhaps too innocently, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Kent smirks a little, studying my face, on to me now. "About Natalia," he says. "I'm not unaware that you weren't thrilled to see her seated on my lap tonight, feeding me ice cream."

"Well," I say with a little shrug, pulling away a bit. "If you'd rather me go get her so that she can blow you -"

Kent laughs - a surprised, happy thing - and pulls me back against him, which makes me grin. "Not a chance," he growls. "But seriously, Fay," he continues, studying my face.

And I let my façade drop a little, letting honesty peek through. Because really, tonight? It wasn't Natalia I was jealous of. But I shove the thoughts of Lenai away. "Seriously, Kent," I say, shaking my head a little bit and putting my hands flat against his chest as he tugs me closer. "Didn't you say to trust you about Natalia?" I shrug one shoulder. "I trust you."

And then I lower my eyes to his chest and bring my hands together, starting to unbutton his shirt. Kent lets me work for a moment before pressing a finger under my chin and making me pause and look up at him. "Really, Fay?" he asks, likewise quite serious. "Because...Fay, I don't want you to hide it, if you're feeling bad about it. Or do this because you think it will make me like you more than her. There's no contest. We can - we can talk about it if you want."

I look up at him and let him see the honesty in my eyes for a moment, that I'm really not lying. And then I stand on my tiptoes so that my face is as close to his as I can get it, so that he can hear me well even though I only whisper.

"I don't want to talk, Kent," I say softly, holding his gaze the whole time. "I want something besides words in my mouth right now."

Kent goes still again, and a smile starts on my mouth -

But it doesn't have time to finish before Kent snarls and snaps me viciously off my feet, making me squeal with laughter as he wraps me up in his arms and kicks the door to the passage closed behind me.

Then, before I can think what he's doing, Kent strides across the room, only releasing a hand from me once to slam it against a wall, hitting a light switch so that the room goes dark. In an instant, he's carries me over to the fireplace.

There, he sets me down on my feet and turns me around so that I'm staring at the fire, which is burning on low heat - ridiculous in the summer, I think briefly. But the thought goes instantly away as I feel Kent stand close behind me, as I hear him start to speak. "You asked me for this favor, Fay," he murmurs, not touching me yet but sending a shiver through me regardless. "You asked me to teach you. Is that right?"

"Yes," I breathe, feeling my breath already starting to come fast.

"So, you're going to listen," he says sharply, "when I tell you what to do. Right, Fay?"

"Yes," I say again, nodding a little.

But suddenly an arm is around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest as he growls in my ear. "Yes what, Fay?"

"Yes sir," I whisper, my pulse ratcheting up now to match my breathing.

"Good girl," Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so I don't know where he's standing. He tortures me for a moment, not saying anything, not giving me any hints, before he issues his next command.

"Take off your shoes," he murmurs, and I do, slipping out of the soft moccasins so that I can feel the soft warm rug against my feet. I smile a little, thinking that it's kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest place in the room for me to get on my knees - But I don't have time to dwell on it.

"Now the robe," he demands, and I can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing - his suit jacket, I guess, as there's no jingle of metal for his belt.

I untie the bet at my waist and reach up to push at the robe at my shoulders, letting it fall backwards off me to puddle against the floor.

A moment passes before I hear Kent say or do anything.

"God damn it, Fay," I hear him mutter as he takes in how my back and my ass looks in this lingerie, his voice already almost a groan.

And slowly, knowing that he doesn't want me to do it because he didn't order me to yet, I turn to face him, so that he can see all of me bared before him, my skin hidden only by this ridiculous little whisp of fabric.

Kent's eyes are so hungry I almost step back. But I will myself to hold my ground, letting him look at me in the firelight, letting him eat me up with his eyes as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it, too, fall to the floor. "Down," he orders, swallowing hard, his own breath faster now. "On your knees. Do it."

I do as he says, holding his gaze as I sink first to one knee and then the other.

"Further," he commands, nodding his chin towards my feet. "Ass against your heels. Spread your knees." I sink further down, still staring up at him, letting my hands come to rest against my thighs. I stare up at him, surprised by how much I like the view of Kent, shirtless, towering above me. Surprised at how wet it makes me for him.

Kent takes a step closer to me so that his feet come to rest almost between my knees, so that my face is quite close to his hip-level. "Undo the belt," he demands, putting his hands on his waist. "It's time for your lesson, Fay."

"Yes, sir," I say, still staring up at him, not breaking his gaze as I lift my hands and begin to undo his belt slowly.

"Faster," he orders, frustrated, but I just smirk at him and take my time, making him narrow his eyes. Then, when that's done, he nods down at me again. "Take them off," he says.

And slowly, my hands shaking a little at the newness of the experience - honestly, I'm no good with new things - I slip the button through the fabric of his slacks and then slowly, suddenly terribly anxious, I start to unzip his pants.