Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 34

Rafael POV

After I cleaned her up, we stretched out on the bed. Valentina was quiet as I held her, and I knew what she’d said was weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with the nature of our relationship, the better.

“I am clean, by the way,” I said. I hadn’t ever fucked a woman without a condom before and was tested regularly. And I knew Valentina ’s health report was clean, because I’d reviewed it as soon as I brought her to Siderno. With her being sexually active, I’d needed to know if she had any diseases.

“Oh Right. Thank you.” I stroked her hip. She was sprawled half on top of me, her tits smashed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo each day, this would be exactly how I’d want to spend it. I normally did not give a lot of my time to my mistresses, but I liked the idea of being with Valentina . In fact, I was strangely reluctant to let her go.

I should keep more of a distance, considering her age and inexperience. Younger women were clingier, the ones who texted me at odd hours with bizarre emojis I couldn’t decipher. It was why I usually slept with women in their late twenties or thirties. Otherwise, we had absolutely nothing in common. It didn’t feel that way with Valentina , though. She’d been raised in life, albeit sheltered from her father’s activities. But unlike my first wife, who’d also been raised in life, Valentina and I liked many of the same things.

Being outdoors, the farm and vineyard.. not to mention the way we fucked. I liked control and she loved to be on the receiving end of it. A

perfect match. I kissed the crown of her head.

“You are coming with me on the boat this afternoon.” She sighed. “You can’t order me around, Rafael .”

Back to this? “I can and you will do as I say.”

“No, fuck that.” She pushed away slightly to frown at me. “I have a mind of my own. I’m not at your beck and call.” She could not have been more wrong. “You are, for as long as we are fucking. Or do I need to make you admit it again?” It would not be a hardship, that was for certain.

She glared at me. “You are the absolute worst.” Pressing up, I kissed her, shoving my tongue in her mouth until she softened. Then I kissed her some more just because I liked it. When she gave me one of her little whimpers, I broke off. “I am demanding and a stronzo, but I will make this worthwhile for you.”

“By letting me go?”

“When the time is right, yes. If that is what you want.”

“What about now?” I chuckled and slapped her ass, which I knew had to be sore. “When we tire of each other and not a second before.”

“Actually I’m pretty tired of you at the moment.”

“Lies.” I cupped her tit and pinched her nipple, kissing her until she writhed against me. My insatiable piccola monella.

Her gaze was unfocused when I finally pulled away. I smiled. “Come. I’ll wash you in the shower and tell you about this afternoon.”

She didn’t argue and I took that as an encouraging sign as I led her to the bathroom. As soon as the water was hot, I tugged her into the shower with me.

“Your shower is bigger than mine,” she said as I nibbled on her neck under the warm spray. “I like it.”

“In Italiano.” She began washing her hair, so I reached and moved her hands out of the way so that I could do it. “Dimmi.”

“You are being so extra right now.” I knew what that meant from my son, so I smacked her ass lightly. “Tell me or I will put you over my knees and spank you harder,” I said in Italian, knowing she’d never know what I was saying. “It’s not a punishment to hear you speak Italian and not understand you.”

I liked that she found my language arousing. I decided to help her. “No, domani.”

“No, domani,” she repeated in an accent far more Canadian than Italian. “You’ll learn. You will be ready to tell me to fuck you in Italian very soon.”

“Teach me how to say that,” she said as she moved under the spray to rinse her hair. “Ti prego, scopami. Sono la tua puttanella.”

“You said more than ‘fuck me.’” I grabbed her waist and pulled her wet body flush to mine. I said,

‘Please fuck me. I am your little slut.’”

“Oh, God.” Her fingers threaded through my hair, her eyelids hooded. “Why is that so hot?”

“Because you like it dirty, just like I do.” I pushed her against the tile and ate at her mouth, devouring her as I thrust my tongue inside. She kissed me back, meeting me eagerly, and my balls were heavy again with the need to have her.