Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 32

Valentina POV

I climbed over the railing and held out my hand. “Vieni qua, Lamborghini.” My little lamb came tottering over to me and bleated, clearly happy to see me. At least, that’s what I believed anyway. I loved her to pieces.

Tommaso, the man in charge of the sheep, said I had to speak Italian to the lambs. He said it was what they knew, but I didn’t complain because it would help me practise. I had to admit, he was right. It was easier to speak Italian to an animal than a human who might criticise my pronunciation or verb conjugation.

Lamborghini ate the tiny pellets out of my palm, her soft mouth and tongue teasing my skin. According to Tommaso she was three months old, and would have been killed and sold sometime in the next two months if not for my intervention. As much as I hated being grateful to Rafael for anything, I was relieved that Lamborghini wouldn’t end up on a dinner table.

She finished the pellets and nuzzled my arm, then crawled into my lap. I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, scratching behind her ear. “Sei così bella, Lamborghini,” I cooed.

“That is a ridiculous name for a pet,” a familiar voice said behind me. I shifted toward him. I hadn’t seen Rafael in two days, as he’d been

busy with business. At least, that’s what Zia said last night at dinner. I didn’t want to care, but part of me had wondered where he went, considering he never left the estate.

I shaded my eyes from the sun and ran my gaze over him. He looked delicious. Tall, dark, handsome and decked out in an expensive three-piece grey suit, he was both roguish and elegant. “Buongiorno, signore,” I said.

“Come stai?” He gave me a lopsided grin that would melt the hardest of hearts, and I couldn’t help but return it with a grin of my own. He said, “I see your tutor has arrived. Do you like her?”

My Italian tutor, Maria, was a friend of Zia’s. Apparently, they played a card game called briscola with some other women every Tuesday. A former schoolteacher, Maria was thankfully very patient with me during our daily lesson. “Sí,” I answered.

Rafael ’s expression turned predatory, much like a wolf that would devour these poor little lambs if given the chance. “Come here.”

I knew what that look meant. Rafael wanted to kiss me. I bit my lip, tingles breaking out all over my skin. “Dopo,” I said, telling him later.

His gaze glittered dark and dangerous in the morning sun. “Now, Valentina . Or do you wish for Lamborghini to see you get spanked right

here?”

I let Lamborghini go and got to my feet. I sauntered toward Rafael , annoyed that I was happy to see him. “These threats of a spanking are losing their bite, il Diavolo.”

As soon as I was close enough, he reached out to pull me close to the fence. “I’ll show you bite,” he growled and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. Then he slapped my ass, hard. My arms came up around his shoulders, my body singing from the stimulation.

I should be pushing him away, running in the opposite direction, instead of craving his touch, but I had missed him. Missed this crazy game we were playing. God, Tina . You are a mess. “Come inside with me,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to take a riposo with you.”

“It’s only ten o’clock, Rafael . And aren’t you usually working at this time?”

“Yes, but I need to talk to you. So let’s talk while we’re in my bed, naked. After I lick your pussy and make you come.” I had to swallow before I could speak. “Shh. Not in front of Lamborghini.”

He chuckled, his big shoulders shaking. “Get out of there before I climb in and strip you naked in the dirt and shit.” Was I doing this?

My breasts ached with the need for him to touch them. I was already wet, my sex pulsing between my legs. Resisting him was becoming impossible, especially the more I got to know him. I still considered him my enemy, but he was right: I wasn’t trying all that hard to escape. And I went to him willingly. I knew he would never force me, and my submissive compliance drove him wild.

So why was I letting him lead me into the castle and through the entryway? Because I was weak. I was a slut who liked it dirty and rough, and I couldn’t resist Rafael ’s good looks and sexy charm. The aura of danger and power he wore like his expensive suits appealed to me, too. I guess being raised in the mafia life had rubbed off on me more than I’d thought.

I had been around these types of domineering men since I was born. For some reason, I craved Rafael ’s darkness. I was obsessed with it, fantasising about what he might do to me. Except I suspected the reality would be a thousand times better, and once I had a taste I’d never be able to stop. No one was around as we finally entered his side of the castello. I hadn’t been over here before, and the bare walls surprised me. No family photos.

No drawings Dimitri had done in school. No famous paintings or posters. Just a blank surface on all sides, like someone had recently moved in. Hadn’t his family lived here for more than a hundred years? Worn eastern carpets covered the stone floor, with the same elegant lights overhead from our wing. He strode to the end of the hall and threw open a door, not letting go of my hand as we went inside.

The door closed and then I was lifted up, my legs dangling as he carried me through the sitting room and into the bedroom. It was nothing like I expected. If I had to guess, I would have imagined black sheets, dark walls and a mirror over his bed. This room was...romantic. Soft, almost feminine. With pale walls and an enormous bed that bordered on ornate. Plants dotted the windows, a vase of fresh flowers on a small table. The furniture looked old but made from sturdy pale oak.

I didn’t have the chance to see anything more because he dropped me on the bed. “Get naked.” Pushing up on my elbows, I scowled at him. “Just like that?”

“Just like fucking that, piccola monella.” He ripped off his suit coat and tossed it onto a worn leather chair. Then he started unbuttoning his vest. I could see the outline of his erection through his trousers. God, I wanted that thick cock so badly.

“Do not deliberately disobey me. You will not like the consequences.” Or maybe I would. The part of me that loved to push him, that wanted more of his sternness, pouted up at him. “I thought we were going to talk first.”

His vest hit the floor and he unfastened his cufflinks, one at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. I was caught, mesmerised, hardly able to breathe as I waited to see what he would do. He unbuckled his belt slowly, the leather whispering as he pulled it free from the loops of his trousers.

“Have you ever been spanked with a belt?” His voice was like honey, slow and seductive through his accent, and I stared at his elegant hands as they cradled the leather. “No.”

“I will not lie to you. It will hurt. But it will feel so good afterwards when I reward you. Would you like to try?” Indecision warred inside me. Rafael slapped my ass all the time. Would the belt feel the same? Or better?