Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 35

Rafael POV

Cristo santo, what was she doing to me? If I weren’t careful this girl would make me weak. Besides, I didn’t have time for this. The break I had taken to fuck her earlier was already pushing it. I couldn’t stay longer. There were arrangements to be made for the meeting this afternoon. With regret, I broke away but didn’t let her go. I stared down into her beautiful eyes, her lashes like wet spikes, and held onto her jaw. “On the boat today is a meeting. It is supposed to be friendly, which is why I am bringing you. But this man is no friend, capisce? He will have a woman with him, as well, so I need you to be respectful at all times. This is a test, Valentina .”

The haze of desire faded from her expression, her gaze growing hard. She didn’t like what I was telling her, which is what I had expected, but I didn’t care. She gave herself to me, and there was no going backward. “What if I fail your test? Will you send me home?”

“No. I’ll take you down to the dungeon and let you spend a few hours there until you learn your place.” She gasped, a flash of fear crossing her face. “You wouldn’t.”

I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know it. “I told you, I am keeping you until I am done with you, Valentina Mancini.”

I pushed through the glass door and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I heard her mumbled curse words all the way out to my closet. “You have an hour to prepare yourself, monella. And do not wear a black bikini.”

Only I was allowed to see her in that tiny scrap of a suit from now on. Valentina was mine, and I’d kill any man who tried to take her from me.

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Valentina POV

We took the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Rafael smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so much fun that I forgot all about how I was now officially Rafael Ravazzani’s mistress.

It could be worse. You could be married to his son. True. At least now I got great sex and then he’d set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Afterwards, I’d return to Toronto or New York, get a degree and live my life. As used goods, my father wouldn’t be able to marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my whole future ahead of me.

It was perfect, actually. Why hadn’t I thought of this in the first place? I slid a glance at Rafael , wondering if I could get him alone on the boat after the meeting ended. I might want to try deep throating him again.

He flicked a switch and his voice entered my headphones, “Whatever you are planning, my answer is yes.” He could read me so well.

I slid my hand up his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn’t stop me, just arched his brow. I found his dick and squeezed, pleased when his head dropped back and he closed his eyes. “Cazzo, you are making me hard again.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Not before my meeting. Afterward you may do whatever you wish.” He took my hand, kissed my fingertips, and placed it in my lap. “Can we stay on the boat a little while?”

“If you’d like. We could even sleep out here. Marco can retrieve us in the morning.” That sounded like heaven. “I like when you spoil me with sex and outings.”

“Then prepare for more of both. I like to see you happy, Valentina .” He dragged a fingertip along my jaw, and my chest squeezed. The fierce

il Diavolo, feared mafia boss, wanted to make me happy. Was he softening toward me?

The helicopter started descending, and I nervously grabbed Rafael ’s arm as I watched out the window. The yacht’s helipad was underneath us, blue water on all sides. It was beyond extravagant, a luxury even my family couldn’t afford.

When we touched down, Marco got out first and opened our door. Rafael stepped out then helped me to the ground, making sure I kept my head down until we were safely away from the spinning blades. Six crew members, including the captain, were there to greet us, and they all bowed saying, “Buona sera, Signorina Mancini.”

I doubted they remembered me from my trip with Dimitri , so this must have been Rafael ’s doing. News of il Diavolo’s new mistress has travelled fast. He took my hand and exchanged a few words in Italian with the captain. Then Marco, Rafael , and I went into Rafael ’s suite. He dropped onto the plush cushions and spread his arms and legs, the king of everything around

him. Marco took one of the chairs, but I wasn’t certain what to do. Should I leave them alone? Should I sit?

“Come here,” Rafael told me, patting to the cushion next to him. I didn’t like being ordered around, but I supposed this was hardly the

time to take a stand. Not in front of Marco. Besides, Rafael had said this was a test. I didn’t really think he’d send me into the dungeon...but I didn’t want to risk it, either.

When I slid onto the cushion next to him, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and for the next thirty minutes he and Marco talked in Italian, ignoring me. I wasn’t sure if I felt grateful or irritated, but soon I yawned, feeling the day’s activities catch up with me. Rafael ’s hand landed on the back of my neck and he squeezed. A simple gesture, but one my body clearly loved because heat bloomed between my legs. A gentle roll of desire that was never far when this man was around.

He put his mouth near my ear. “There is wine and food on the patio deck. You can go out and enjoy yourself, if you like. Our guests should be here imminently.” Our guests. Such an odd way of phrasing it, when nothing here was mine. “All right.”

I started to get up but he didn’t release me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Glancing over, I could see he was in his full mafia king mode. Power came off him in waves and I could have jumped him right there. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I decided to play his game. Leaning in, I kissed his cheek. “Grazie, Rafael .”

This must have appeased him because his eyes softened and he released me. I put extra swing in my hips as I walked out, hoping he could see the outline of my ass through my thick cover up. The pool deck had tables of food set up, with bottles of prosecco and wine already on ice. I helped myself to a glass of prosecco and some raw shrimp.

I’d skipped lunch to have sex with Rafael , a decision I didn’t regret but now I was starving. There was an antipasto board, so I loaded up on various meats and cheeses before relaxing in one of the lounges. My ass was still sore from Rafael ’s hand, but the reminder made my nipples perk up. I was definitely not complaining about his moves in bed.

A small motorboat approached. Three people were seated on board, two men and a woman. These must be the people meeting with Rafael . I shielded my eyes and watched as they pulled alongside the yacht. The crew rushed over to help secure their boat and assist them. Rafael and Marco appeared from nowhere, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes as the guests climbed onto the deck.

“Grazie. You are also gorgeous.” She shrugged. “I try to stay thin. Otherwise Enzo finds someone else.”

“So let him,” I said. “No man is worth starving yourself for.”

“Enzo is worth it.” She held up her hands and measured out what had to be nine inches. “Very worth it.”

I collapsed into a fit of giggles. Who said women from two different countries couldn’t speak the same language? “Yes, that might be worth it!”

“Rafael is the same, no? Women talk of him all over Calabria.” Really? I sucked back the rest of my prosecco. “Let’s just say he is definitely worth it.”

Mariella laughed. “See, I knew. You can always tell a man with a big dick. He’s very sure of himself.”

“We call that BDE. Big dick energy.” We both broke out laughing, and I suddenly had to pee really badly. “I must use the toilet. I’ll return in a few minutes.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, face tilted toward the sun, so I refilled my glass and carried it inside with me. The men were seated near the bar, Rafael on the sofa next to Enzo, with Marco and Enzo’s guards in chairs. Everyone turned my way as I came in. “Just using the toilet,” I announced, and kept walking toward the corridor.

My skin prickled in the silence and I glanced over. Rafael ’s eyes were narrowed on me, his jaw tight. Was he annoyed that I interrupted? Then I remembered my bikini. Shit.

Well, that was too bad. I was allowed to wear what I wanted. If Enzo wanted to gawk at my boobs, who cared? I’m sure he’d seen plenty in his time. Mine were certainly nothing special. And if Mariella was anything to go by, he preferred flat-chested women who modelled on the weekends.

I lifted my chin and continued to the bathroom. Not going to lie, I was pretty buzzed right about then. I didn’t care about Rafael ’s anger... unless he was going to spank me. And then I was definitely up for it. I chuckled as I locked the door behind me and did my business. Then I washed my hands and checked my front and back in the mirror. I looked pretty good, actually.

The time I was spending in the sun had given my skin a slight glow and today was a good hair day. When I walked back through the seating area, I waved at the men. “Mi scusi!”

Enzo’s deep voice uttered a string of Italian I didn’t understand, except for the last word, “puttanella.” (Slut.)

I nearly tripped. Was he saying that about me? That asshole. Slowing, I waited to hear Rafael put Enzo in his place. Pull a gun or smack the back of his head. Whatever Rafael did, I knew it was going to be bad. Instead, he laughed.

That motherfucker actually laughed. Enzo had called me a whore and Rafael had laughed, like it was a big joke. Like I was a joke. Just a warm pussy to stick his dick in at the end of the day.

FUCK HIM. I would make him regret that laugh if it was the last thing I ever did.