Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 330 

“Fay,” Kent murmurs, sitting up and wrapping his arms around my hips, tugging me close so that he can kiss my chest, lick his tongue up the soft space between my breasts. “If you don’t think I’m already there, then you’re more of a fool than I ever thought 

you were.” 

I laugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so I can kiss him fully on the mouth. 

“Oh really?” I say when I pull my mouth away, still laughing a little. “So, I can have whatever I want?” 

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.” 

“Well,” I say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Milan…” 

He laughs. “You never approved the listing I sent you.” 

“That was in Paris!” 

“I assumed it was an equitable replacement. You’ll like Paris more an 

“How do you know that,” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. 

“Because,” he says honestly. “Paris has chocolate croissants. 

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Which you, I know, will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a laste.” 

I laugh again, pleased at the thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I say, cocking my head to the side, suddenly inspired. 

“I’m listening,” he replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my collar bone, belying this claim. 

“What if…” I say, “I gave back my promise of a condo in Milan 

for…” 

He looks up at me now, curious. 

“For the same request,” I whisper, suddenly serious. “For an agreement of…no hands.” 

Kent cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to say more. 

“I don’t want you to touch her anymore, Kent,” I whisper, the humor falling from my face as I realize how much it’s true. “I only want you to…to touch me.” 

Kent is barely silent for a moment before he nods. “All right, Fay,” he says, looking up and holding my gaze. “If that’s what you want. Then I won’t. I can’t control what she does to me, and I can’t stop her abruptly- there’s too much on the line with the Bianci family. But I’ll discourage her. And I won’t put my hands on her again. All right?” 

“Really?” I breathe, shocked, letting my hands trail through his 

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“Really,” he replies. And then he slips a hand up my back and presses it between my shoulder blades, pulling me in for a long, slow kiss. A promise in itself. 

We stay that way for a long while, kissing softly, slowly, in front of the fire. And when we stop, it’s because I’m the one to pull 

away. 

“Come on, big bad mafia boss,” I murmur, letting my arms fall across his shoulders. “Take me to bed.” 

And I laugh a little as he does as I say, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands up and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down, and then lays himself on top of me.