Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 28

Rafael POV

That was no one’s business but mine And soon to be Valentina ’s. I found her leaning against the wooden fence of the paddock, watching as a groom exercised one of the stallions. The sun had warmed her skin to a golden color, and my mouth watered. She still wore the tiny top and skin-tight shorts, and I could only imagine the thoughts of the men on the estate as they watched her today.

Probably the same thoughts I’d been having about her since breakfast. I leaned close to her ear. “Ciao, bellissima.”

She startled, her body jolting into the fence. “What the fuck, Rafael ? Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

I wanted to spank her ass for ordering me around with that filthy mouth, but I figured that could wait until we were alone. There were too many eyes, even at one o’clock. “Are you having a nice day?”

“Do you ride?” she asked instead of answering my question.

“Yes. Do you?”

“I used to. My sister Gia was always more into horses than Emma and I.”

“Do you miss your sisters?” She sighed and placed her chin atop her hands on the railing. “I do, but they are closer to each other. They’re twins,” she explained as if I didn’t already know. “It’s like they can communicate without talking.”

“I’ve heard some twins can do that.”

“Dimitri let me call them on his phone yesterday and I loved hearing their voices.” I blinked at this revelation. I hadn’t meant to cut her off from her family forever, but giving her a phone so soon was a risk.

Still, a sliver of guilt worked its way under my ribs. “I will let you call them whenever you like, dolcezza.”

She turned, put her back to the fence, and faced me. The tip of her nose had turned pink. She bit her lip as she stared up at me. “I want a phone, Rafael .”

I couldn’t resist. I leaned down and took her mouth, needing to sample her lips. They were warm and soft, and I thrust my tongue inside, eager to taste every bit of her in this moment. I wanted her sighs and moans, her adoration and her tears. I wanted to own her, body and soul.

My hands found her hips and I let my fingers rest on the sun-kissed skin above her waistband, her tits pushing against my chest. When she rose on her toes to get closer, I cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her up.

Long legs wrapped around my hips and I rested her against the fence as I continued to eat at her mouth. Fuck, she tasted so good, like wine and olives. Salty and sweet, exactly like her. I tangled my head, trying to get deeper, sweeping my tongue over hers.

I was already hard, my body primed for her the instant our mouths touched. It would be so easy to drag her shorts down her legs and sink inside her body. Fuck, I wanted that. Could I make her beg for my cock and have her not regret it yet?

Her arms twined around my neck, her little whimpers driving me crazy. She was the hottest, most responsive piece of ass I’d ever had and we hadn’t even fucked yet. I swear, she was going to kill me.

She drew back, her fingers threading through my hair. “I think we should find an empty stall so I can suck your cock, capo.”

I froze, every muscle clenching. Was she serious? Or was she trying to gain the upper hand with me? Something about the bold offer, so out of character for her, struck me as false. But God, I wanted it. Despite the reason for her request, I still craved having her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me down.

I closed my eyes and prayed for strength. Soon. I had to remain strong. I needed to win over her mind as well as her body. I stepped back and lowered her to the ground. With little regard for who might see, I slapped her ass. Hard. “Later, monella. I want to show you something first.”

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Bastard. I pressed my lips together, knowing he was right. I should have asked it last night before I let him strip me naked and lick my pussy, but I lost the ability to think around him. “That is not an answer.”

He flicked his fingers dismissively, a move I was coming to learn was the Italian version of shrugging a shoulder. “Because I decided I wanted you.”

“Why?”

“Because you make my dick hard and I get what I want. There was nothing keeping us from exploring what it is we feel for the other except for the engagement. And there are many Italian girls who can marry my son. So….”

God, the absolute ego of this man. “How do you know what I feel for you?”

He smirked, his lips curled in male satisfaction. “You eye-fucked me on the yacht when I came out in my trunks. Your breath hitches every time I get close. Should I tell you how wet your pussy gets when I touch you?”

No, he needn’t bother. I was well aware. “If I’m not marrying Dimitri , then let me go back to Toronto.”

“Not yet.” I cast him a hard glare. “My father won’t like you keeping me here for no reason.”

“You have a very specific reason for being here and that is to take care of my needs. If your father wished a different life for you, then he should have ensured you remain a virgin.”

Jerking my hand out of his grasp, I stopped in my tracks and gaped at him. I didn’t even know which part of that was more horrifying. “Fuck you, Rafael . I will not become your mistress.”