Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

"Stop threatening me. If you are going to kill me, I wish you would just do it and put me out of my misery."
"Kill you? I would not make it so easy. No, I would marry you off to some other member of my 'ndrina instead. There are plenty of old men who would love to break in a new young bride."
"You wouldn't dare. My father….."
"Your father isn't here now to coddle you. He gave you to me as payment on a debt. It is in my favour that you are marrying my son and bearing future generations of Ravazzanis."
The desire to touch her overruled my good sense. I dragged a fingertip down her soft cheek, not stopping until I caressed her jaw. "If you spit on that favour, I will find you another husband. And I guarantee you won't like him half as well as my son."
Rafael's POV
She licked her lips and stared up at me with unreadable eyes. "I don't want to marry anyone."
"That is too bad, bellissima, because you will become a bride. The choice of groom is up to you." As we stared at each other, I noticed she smelled like earth and olives.
Sun and plants. Like my estate. The comforting scent sank into me like an aphrodisiac, boosting the simmering lust I already felt for this gorgeous spirited creature. I wanted to fuck her outside in the rain, in the dirt, with the grape vines all around us, her silken hair spread out like roots on the ground while I coated her in my come.
She must have sensed the shift in my thoughts because her lips parted on a swift intake of breath. Her gaze darted to my mouth and for a crazy moment I wondered if she was thinking about what it would be like to kiss me. Madonna, I wanted that. I wanted to taste her, to feel her lips on mine.
Drink her sighs and swallow her whimpers. I wanted to inhale her. Disgusted with myself, I pushed away from the wall. I spun and tried to
collect my composure as I walked back to the racks of gowns. "I hate you."
I didn't doubt it. But I didn't need her to like me. I needed her to obey me. "Accept your fate and do as you're told."
"Does no one ever stand up to you and win?"
"No." I found a simple ivory satin gown that would show off her tits. "What about this one?"
She didn't even look at it. "Fine. Who cares?"
"Excellent. I'll have Marco fetch your things. See how accommodating I can be when you do what I ask?"
"Yes, very accommodating," she mumbled as she walked to a chair, where a floppy hat rested on the seat. She grabbed it and tugged it on. At that moment, she looked so young. Too young for me, that was for certain.
But it was hard to remember her age when she was staring me down better than a hardened criminal. She started toward the door. "Are we done here? I'd like to go back outside and help Vincenzo."
Ah, so that was why she smelled like the estate. "Sampling wine?"
"No, I'm learning how to make it." She glanced over her shoulder. "Do you know there are over two thousand varieties of grapes in Italy?"
"I do, actually." Wine has been in my family for generations. I'd helped with the harvesting and crushing many times. "Which wine is your favourite?"
"The rosé, I think. Or the ciró." The ciró was my personal favourite, and I had a brief fantasy of pouring the dark red wine all over her pale skin and licking it off.
"I'll tell Celestina you prefer this gown, if you'd like to return outside." See? I could be nice.
"Whatever. I expect to find my things on my bed, Ravazzani." She disappeared into the hall.
The lack of respect and sharp attitude made my dick twitch. She took any gesture of kindness from me and threw it back in my face. No one else would dare. Would Dimitri hold it against me if I spanked his fiancée?
You'd never stop at just a spanking. Which was why I needed to keep my distance from her. She made me crazy.
Valentina's POV
I stayed away from the castle for the rest of the day. Instead I spent the hours with Vincenzo, learning about grapes and wine. I did ask about the borders of the estate, but he said they weren't walkable, that I would need a car to reach them.
Apparently Ravazzani owned quite a lot of land, damn him. I told myself I kept outside to find a way to escape, but that was a lie. My encounter with the elder Ravazzani in the ballroom had left me shaken...and aroused. He'd been so angry, yet so unbelievably hot as he cornered me, his large body caging me in as he'd tried to intimidate me.
Except his touch had been gentle, while his gaze burned with an intensity that flicked a switch inside me, making me ache and soaking my panties. There was a moment where I could have sworn the attraction was mutual, but that was insane. Wasn't it?