Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 26

Valentina POV

A sweet Rafael Ravazzani? I was used to him being an asshole, but this side was even more dangerous. Before I could wrap my head around this change in him, he shifted and rolled off the bed. Standing, he raked his eyes along my body, an erection bulging in his trousers. Then he turned and started for the door. “Buona sera, Valentina .”

Wait, what was happening? Didn’t he want to have sex with me? “Where are you going?”

“To bed. Sleep well, dolcezza.”

“But….” I didn’t know how to ask it. Worse, I knew I shouldn’t. This man was bad for me. I should be grateful he didn’t want to fuck me.

But I wasn’t. I wanted to know the feel of his dick, what it would be like to have him slide inside me. Fill me up and overwhelm me in the very best way. You’re fucked up, Valentina . Yes, clearly.

As usual, Rafael had no trouble following my thoughts. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I want you to crave it. To need my cock so badly that you beg me for it. And when I do fuck you, you’re never going to forget it.”

He opened the door and something akin to panic filled me. “Wait,” I called as he started to leave.

“Yes?” He looked bored, perfectly under control. Nothing like the ravenous lover of a few moments ago.

“This was a one-time thing. Just tonight.” The edges of his mouth curled. “If you need to believe such nonsense in order to sleep tonight, then by all means, lie to yourself. But I will fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want. And you’ll enjoy every second, I promise.”

He left without another word. I stayed there on the bed naked, my body humming from two fantastic orgasms and resolved to make him eat those words. I would resist him. If he thought to make me the next Katarzyna, he was sorely mistaken. I had no interest in being his fuck toy.

I needed to come up with a better escape plan than sneaking out the back door and walking to find help. No, I had to find a true way off the

estate and out of Rafael Ravazzani’s life. A knock woke me way too early.

I’d taken to sleeping in the last few days, not eager to see anyone at breakfast. And last night I stayed up late after Rafael ’s double orgasm fest, thinking about his promise. Was I so weak as to sleep with the man who’d almost been my father-in-law?

The man who wouldn’t let me go home? No, I was strong. A Mancini. We were not weak and we were not quitters. So as attracted as I was to Rafael , I had to resist him.

“Signorina, are you awake?” It was one of the Ravazzani staff.

“Yes?”

“Signore Ravazzani requests your presence for breakfast.” What the fuck? Did he think he could just order me around because he made me come twice?

“Tell him I’m sleeping.” The door opened and the maid peeked inside, her eyes apologetic.

“He said you might say that, and to tell you that if you are not downstairs in ten minutes he will come up and get you himself.” The sad part was that he would absolutely do it, the stronzo.

“Fine.” I was starving anyway, having skipped dinner last night. “But tell him I need fifteen minutes.”

“He won’t be happy, signorina.” I smiled sweetly as I pushed up out of bed. “He’ll get over it.”

She seemed horrified by my cavalier attitude, but I didn’t care. Rafael needed to learn that I was not at his beck and call just because he’d given I heard it for the first time. I took my time in the bathroom.

I showered and brushed my teeth, then applied mascara and sunscreen. I chose a pair of tiny shorts and a halter top that showed off my boobs and the lower part of my stomach.

I was not dressing to entice him. I was dressing to show him what he would never have again. Last night was a mistake, a moment of weakness on my part that would not be repeated, and Rafael could find someone else to jump into bed with.

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I bounded down the stairs and went into the dining room. When I opened the door, he put his phone on the table and frowned at me. He wore a white dress shirt with no tie, the first two buttons at his throat undone, revealing off the thick column of his throat. His eyes swept my outfit, lingering on my bare legs, before returning to my face. Not about to give in, I selected a seat far away from him, even though the only other place setting was on his right.

“No.” His voice rang out in the cavernous room. “You will sit by me.”

“I want to sit here.” He flicked his fingers and the two maids in the room scurried out, leaving him and I alone. “You don’t seem to understand. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.”

“I am not a dog or your toy. I will do what I want.” I could see the smouldering challenge in his cool gaze, the ruthless determination. Still, I would not back down. “Come here.”

“Are you not listening to me? You cannot order me around.” He put his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. “If you do not come here, I will pull you over my lap and spank you. All the staff and probably Zia will hear. Is this what you want?”

I glared at him, trying to see if he was serious or not. Shit, he looked serious.

His lips travelled up my throat to my ear. “Whose toy is this?”

Oh, God. Why had I ever said I wasn’t his toy? Now he had to try to prove me wrong. I couldn’t answer. Instead I rubbed my ass against his very hard dick.

He grunted and shifted to hold my hips still. “Tell me, dolcezza. Whose toy are you? Who does your pussy belong to?”

“No, I can’t. Please.” He moved his fingers along my labia, but not over the swollen centre that begged for friction. His free hand came up to circle my throat. “I’ll give you what you want. Just tell me. I want to hear the words.”

My body screamed even as my ears rang with denial. But I was weak, so weak, when he touched me. It was like I had no control over my

movements, no willpower. I was an animal who needed to come. Reason had long since departed.

The words tumbled out of my mouth. “I’m your toy, Rafael .”

“Who does your pussy belong to?” I dug my nails into the wooden armrest. “You, Rafael . My pussy belongs to you.”

He moved his fingers to my clit and the hand at my throat squeezed lightly, but it was enough. I detonated, my body trembling against him as I came, and the world blanked out as the orgasm went on and on.

I was floating on a sea of colour and air, far away from mafia bosses and castles. Nothing mattered, except this glorious feeling. But nothing good ever lasted. And when the orgasm subsided, shame instantly filled me.

How quickly my show of bravado had crumbled. A few pets of my clit and he had me panting, begging, practically drooling for him. I was pathetic. My eyes started to fill, but I would not cry in front of him. What had happened was humiliating enough. I couldn’t stand it if he saw my tears, too.

I started to shove off his lap, but strong arms held me in place. “Do not regret what happens between us. You like what I do to you, so don’t

question why.”

“Do not tell me how to feel. You might control my body, but you don’t control my mind, Rafael .”

“You are strong willed, which makes my dick hard. But you will find I am strong willed, as well. Just remember that I will always win.”

I pushed up off him and he let me go this time. I buttoned my shorts without looking back at him, then I grabbed a cornetto off the table and walked out of the dining room. He and his hard dick could go fuck themselves.