Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Of course not. Have fun." I pulled out my phone and pretended to work as the three of them swam in the water. Katarzyna mostly took selfies from the edge of the platform for her social media, while Dimitri and Valentina laughed as they played together.
The two didn't treat each other like lovers. They acted like siblings, if I was honest. They laughed and teased, while maintaining a respectful distance.
It didn't make sense. Didn't he want to fuck her? It was the very reason I'd ordered the helicopter readied and joined them today, because I hadn't been able to stand the thought that they might be screwing. But he kept a friendly mood between them, joking with her like a brother not a lover.
You're obsessed with her. Dimitri 's words from earlier haunted me. First Marco, now my son. They all saw what this girl was doing to me. She was turning me inside out. Ever since I caught her climbing over that wall, I've been panting after her.
The feeling was not abating, either. The craving was growing worse by the minute, haunting my every waking thought. My dreams, too. I dreamed of chasing her through the vineyards until I caught her, pinned her to the rough earth and fucked her senseless.
Something had to give, and I knew what I had to do. I had to keep her. She would baulk at the role of mantenuta, but I would bring her around.
She wasn't interested in marriage, anyway. As my mistress, I could give her the world on a platter. Money, trips, cars...whatever she wanted. It was a coveted position in my world, with power and prestige.
Not as much as a wife, of course, but she would be untouchable when I gave her my protection. Then when I tired of her, I would send her back to Toronto or wherever her sexy ass desired. I'd buy her a house or apartment anywhere in the world.
There were plenty of other women Italian daughters of the 'ndrina who Dimitri could marry. Mancini wouldn't like it, but he wouldn't dare
cross me. I was too powerful, and I could do whatever I wanted to Valentina without retribution. It wasn't like she was a virgin.
I watched her juicy ass as she dove under the water and I licked my lips. I couldn't wait to slap that bottom. To watch it bounce as I fucked her from behind. My dick began to lengthen in my trunks. Minchia! I could not get an erection right now.
Standing, I decided to go make a few phone calls at the other end of the boat. The privacy there made it easier to get work done, and if I studied Valentina any longer I was likely to do something stupid.
When I finished my calls, the light had started to fade. I decided to get Katarzyna and take the helicopter back to the castello. After I changed back into my suit, I crossed the salon and found Valentina emerging from the toilet. She adjusted the top of her suit, giving me a flash of nearly an entire globe of flesh, and lust gathered in my groin.
"Wait," I barked as she started for the pool area. Hand flying to her chest, she spun to face me.
"Fuck. You scared the shit out of me." That dirty mouth. Most Italian women didn't curse like women in other countries, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I stopped in my tracks, keeping to the shadows, where no one from the outside would be able to see us. "Come here."
She cast a glance over her shoulder. "Why?"
"Because I said so, monella."
"I don't think we should be alone here." Interesting response. Was she worried about hurting Dimitri ? I doubted it. "Don't make me repeat myself."
She nibbled on her lip and I could almost see her brain thinking it over. Despite her hesitation, her nipples puckered again, betraying her. Whereas most women would feel fear, Valentina was different. She was attracted to me despite the fear though she probably hated herself for it.
I would change that. Soon she would beg me to fuck her and lick her pussy. To suck my cock and swallow my come. There would be no shame between us, no limits to the depravity I would show her. And she would love every minute.
She threw her shoulders back and strode toward me, unafraid. Her breasts bounced with every step, her hips swayed, and I could hardly breathe. When she reached me, she arched a brow in challenge, and my hand itched with the desire to throw her over my lap and spank her insolent ass.
But that would come. For now, I had to play this carefully. She watched me with big round eyes, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breaths. A droplet of water rolled down her temple, and I used my thumb to gently brush the moisture from her soft skin. "Do you like my boat, dolcezza?"
Her throat worked as she swallowed. "I want to say I hate it, but I'd be lying." I liked to think she was also talking about me. "Good. You'll be
spending a lot of time here."