Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

I could still see him in those tiny swim trunks, his mature and virile body on full display. This was no boy, more interested in his own pleasure like David. This was a man who knew what he wanted and took it and right now that thing was me. I licked my lips, a fresh shot of desire going through me.
His lids opened and blue eyes pinned me to the spot. They were wild and hungry. Feral. A little scary, even. He continued to taste me while staring up at me, as if he were gauging my reaction.
I couldn't move, my muscles are now lax. Then he crawled over me, kissing my skin along the way, until he reached my breasts. I liked that I was completely naked and he was still dressed. Something about that felt naughty, as if I were seducing him.
My hands were still on my breasts, so he nudged my palm aside with his nose to draw a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, with long pulls that echoed between my legs, directly in my clit.
Everything was heightened, my body more sensitive now that I'd come, and he seemed in no hurry to move on as he lavished attention on my breast. Soon I was writhing, my heart racing as I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He switched to my other breast, his tongue flicking my nipple then biting it before bringing the nipple into his mouth to suck. I was a shuddering, mindless mess, unable to stop moaning as it wore on.
Was he trying to foreplay me to death? His fingers slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit exactly like I did when I masturbated, with light steady pressure, and I came a second time. When I finally calmed, he released my breast and kissed my neck. "Tu sei perfetta." (You are perfect.)
Valentina's POV
A sweet Rafael Ravazzani? I was used to him being an asshole, but this side was even more dangerous. Before I could wrap my head around this change in him, he shifted and rolled off the bed. Standing, he raked his eyes along my body, an erection bulging in his trousers. Then he turned and started for the door. "Buona sera, Valentina ."
Wait, what was happening? Didn't he want to have sex with me? "Where are you going?"
"To bed. Sleep well, dolcezza."
"But…." I didn't know how to ask it. Worse, I knew I shouldn't. This man was bad for me. I should be grateful he didn't want to fuck me.
But I wasn't. I wanted to know the feel of his dick, what it would be like to have him slide inside me. Fill me up and overwhelm me in the very best way. You're fucked up, Valentina . Yes, clearly.
As usual, Rafael had no trouble following my thoughts. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight. I want you to crave it. To need my cock so badly that you beg me for it. And when I do fuck you, you're never going to forget it."
He opened the door and something akin to panic filled me. "Wait," I called as he started to leave.
"Yes?" He looked bored, perfectly under control. Nothing like the ravenous lover of a few moments ago.
"This was a one-time thing. Just tonight." The edges of his mouth curled. "If you need to believe such nonsense in order to sleep tonight, then by all means, lie to yourself. But I will fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want. And you'll enjoy every second, I promise."
He left without another word. I stayed there on the bed naked, my body humming from two fantastic orgasms and resolved to make him eat those words. I would resist him. If he thought to make me the next Katarzyna, he was sorely mistaken. I had no interest in being his fuck toy.
I needed to come up with a better escape plan than sneaking out the back door and walking to find help. No, I had to find a true way off the
estate and out of Rafael Ravazzani's life. A knock woke me way too early.
I'd taken to sleeping in the last few days, not eager to see anyone at breakfast. And last night I stayed up late after Rafael 's double orgasm fest, thinking about his promise. Was I so weak as to sleep with the man who'd almost been my father-in-law?
The man who wouldn't let me go home? No, I was strong. A Mancini. We were not weak and we were not quitters. So as attracted as I was to Rafael , I had to resist him.
"Signorina, are you awake?" It was one of the Ravazzani staff.
"Yes?"
"Signore Ravazzani requests your presence for breakfast." What the fuck? Did he think he could just order me around because he made me come twice?
"Tell him I'm sleeping." The door opened and the maid peeked inside, her eyes apologetic.
"He said you might say that, and to tell you that if you are not downstairs in ten minutes he will come up and get you himself." The sad part was that he would absolutely do it, the stronzo.
"Fine." I was starving anyway, having skipped dinner last night. "But tell him I need fifteen minutes."