Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Oh, yes. I liked her spirit very much. She would not be easy to win, but the victory would be sweet in the end. "Waiting on me already?"
"What are you doing here, Ravazzani? This is my room and you cannot just walk in whenever you feel like it." I closed the door behind me. "Oh, but I can, actually. This is my house. I don't need your permission to come in here."
She stood up, her body covered by the wrap she'd worn on the boat. Madonna, that meant the bikini was still on underneath. I approached her, but she didn't back away this time. Instead, she bit her lip. "Say whatever it is you came in to say and then leave."
"Always playing tough, but I am not fooled."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you don't really want to escape. Your effort to leave was half-assed at best. Instead you spend your time with the lambs and Vincenzo, not searching the grounds for a wall to climb over. You could have stolen one of the cars. Or jumped off the boat today and swam to shore. You are resourceful and smart, Valentina . If you want something bad enough, you make it happen."
Rafael's POV
I moved closer, almost touching her. I could count every eyelash and freckle on her lovely face as she stared up at me. Reaching out, I twirled a piece of her golden hair around my finger. "So I have to ask, why are you still here?"
Her gaze locked on my face. "I was biding my time before I tried again."
"Cazzata. Your life in Toronto was boring. You were dying there, like a plant starved of water. I saved you from that loser boyfriend, from the
lacklustre orgasms and sneaking around. There is so much I can show you, dolcezza. So much I want to give you."
"So you're my saviour? Is that it?" I chuckled softly. "I'm no saviour. They call me il Diavolo for a reason, and that is because I am as wicked and evil as they come. But if you want to get on your knees for me in gratitude, I will not object."
Her shoulders trembled as her breath hitched. She hadn't backed away and had barely moved since I entered. She seemed to be waiting to see what I would do. "In your fucking dreams," she finally said, but there was no heat behind it.
Slowly, I dragged my thumb across her lips, loving the feel of the slick plump flesh. She was gorgeous, but the kind of earthy beauty that burrowed under a man's skin.
A woman who should be worshipped every single day with kisses and orgasms. I wanted to both take care of her and wreck her in the same breath. "That mouth will get you in trouble one day. But I'll let it slide tonight because I'd rather get on my knees for you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I intend to have you and I'm tired of waiting." I bent down until my knees met the carpet. Then I slid my palms up over her calves, behind her legs, with my face resting right below her full tits.
My dick pulsed as it thickened in my trousers and I had to resist the urge to stroke myself. Fuck, I wanted this woman badly.
As my hands continued up her body, I lifted the flimsy piece of cloth that covered her. Valentina watched me with hooded eyes, her skin flushed.
"Take this off," I told her.
"What about Dimitri ?"
"You are no longer engaged to my son. Take the fucking cover up off, Valentina ." She didn't argue, just whipped the thin garment over her head, leaving her in the black bikini I'd both loved and hated today.
Santo cazzo Madre di Cristo.
I couldn't breathe, and my cock was now rock hard. She was even more gorgeous up close, her skin smelling of sun and salt. Her nipples beaded behind her suit, and her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths. But part of winning this battle meant I needed her full surrender.
And I never played fair. My fingers trailed up her inner thigh and between her legs, and I let my breath warm the skin of her stomach. I brushed my thumb over the slick fabric of her suit until I found her clit. I rubbed back and forth a few times, letting her have a taste of the pleasure I planned to give her.
"This is your last chance." I stroked her again, harder this time. "Tell me to leave or I am eating this pussy until you cream all over my face."
"Oh, God," she whispered, her body swaying slightly. "We can't. You can't. This isn't…."
She was weakening, I could sense it. I kept stroking her clit through the thin suit, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and making me crazy. "I am dying to taste you. Aren't you dying to know how good it will feel when my tongue flicks your clit?"
Her fingers latched onto my head, clutching me closer instead of pushing me away and I had my answer. Plucking at the strings of her suit