Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 44: Chapter 44
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"He won't be happy, signorina." I smiled sweetly as I pushed up out of bed. "He'll get over it."
She seemed horrified by my cavalier attitude, but I didn't care. Rafael needed to learn that I was not at his beck and call just because he'd given I heard it for the first time. I took my time in the bathroom.
I showered and brushed my teeth, then applied mascara and sunscreen. I chose a pair of tiny shorts and a halter top that showed off my boobs and the lower part of my stomach.
I was not dressing to entice him. I was dressing to show him what he would never have again. Last night was a mistake, a moment of weakness on my part that would not be repeated, and Rafael could find someone else to jump into bed with.
I bounded down the stairs and went into the dining room. When I opened the door, he put his phone on the table and frowned at me. He wore a white dress shirt with no tie, the first two buttons at his throat undone, revealing off the thick column of his throat. His eyes swept my outfit, lingering on my bare legs, before returning to my face. Not about to give in, I selected a seat far away from him, even though the only other place setting was on his right.
"No." His voice rang out in the cavernous room. "You will sit by me."
"I want to sit here." He flicked his fingers and the two maids in the room scurried out, leaving him and I alone. "You don't seem to understand. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed."
"I am not a dog or your toy. I will do what I want." I could see the smouldering challenge in his cool gaze, the ruthless determination. Still, I would not back down. "Come here."
"Are you not listening to me? You cannot order me around." He put his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. "If you do not come here, I will pull you over my lap and spank you. All the staff and probably Zia will hear. Is this what you want?"
I glared at him, trying to see if he was serious or not. Shit, he looked serious.
"Fine," I grumbled and went over to the empty seat on his right. "I'll sit here."
"No." He pushed back from the table a bit. "You'll sit on my lap."
My skin grew hot. "That's…."
"Would you rather have the spanking, monella?" I flicked my eyes toward the door, hoping someone would come in and save me. Where was Dimitri or Zia? This man was a tyrant and everyone just let him get away with it.
"I am losing patience, Valentina ." I swallowed, but forced myself forward. What was the big deal? I could sit on his lap for a few minutes. We'd been more intimate last night, so where was the harm in this?
I slid sideways onto his lap, his thighs hard under my legs. He was warm and smelled like an expensive cologne or aftershave, the kind that
could mesmerise you if you got too close. My whole body was aware of where he touched me, like he was a magnet for my blood cells.
Instead of letting me sit to the side, he quickly repositioned me with my back to his front, throwing my legs on the outside of his thighs. In seconds I was spread open, my body reclined against his. When he tried to unfasten my shorts, I put my hands down to stop him. "What are you doing?"
"Grab the armrests." When I didn't move fast enough, he gave a light slap to the inside of my thigh. "Do it."
Heat spread from the spot he struck me, but it wasn't pain. It was a rush of excitement, and I put my hands on the armrests. After unbuttoning the shorts, his hand slid directly into my panties, reaching down until he cupped my pussy.
The cloth didn't give him a lot of room to manoeuvre but he shifted his fingers over my clit. I gasped, sparks racing along my spine.
"Stop," I said. "Someone will walk in."
"Then that means you had better come quickly." He kissed the nape of my neck then sank his teeth into the flesh and tendons there. Wetness flooded between my legs, aiding his movements over my clit.
He licked over his bite marks. "I want to bite you everywhere, Valentina . Mark that beautiful skin with my teeth."
Then he began speaking a long string of Italian I didn't understand, but the sexy words along with the low, gravely way he said them filled me with fire, like he'd struck a match inside my belly.
Soon I was rocking my hips, seeking, chasing, grasping at the orgasm just another few strokes away, the pleasure coiling as my muscles tightened.
Fuck, yes. I needed this so badly. All of a sudden, he paused, his fingers sliding away, not touching where I needed them most. What was he doing? I squirmed, trying to get him to finish me. "Rafael ," I whined, on the precipice. "Please."
His lips travelled up my throat to my ear. "Whose toy is this?"
She seemed horrified by my cavalier attitude, but I didn't care. Rafael needed to learn that I was not at his beck and call just because he'd given I heard it for the first time. I took my time in the bathroom.
I showered and brushed my teeth, then applied mascara and sunscreen. I chose a pair of tiny shorts and a halter top that showed off my boobs and the lower part of my stomach.
I was not dressing to entice him. I was dressing to show him what he would never have again. Last night was a mistake, a moment of weakness on my part that would not be repeated, and Rafael could find someone else to jump into bed with.
I bounded down the stairs and went into the dining room. When I opened the door, he put his phone on the table and frowned at me. He wore a white dress shirt with no tie, the first two buttons at his throat undone, revealing off the thick column of his throat. His eyes swept my outfit, lingering on my bare legs, before returning to my face. Not about to give in, I selected a seat far away from him, even though the only other place setting was on his right.
"No." His voice rang out in the cavernous room. "You will sit by me."
"I want to sit here." He flicked his fingers and the two maids in the room scurried out, leaving him and I alone. "You don't seem to understand. When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed."
"I am not a dog or your toy. I will do what I want." I could see the smouldering challenge in his cool gaze, the ruthless determination. Still, I would not back down. "Come here."
"Are you not listening to me? You cannot order me around." He put his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. "If you do not come here, I will pull you over my lap and spank you. All the staff and probably Zia will hear. Is this what you want?"
I glared at him, trying to see if he was serious or not. Shit, he looked serious.
"Fine," I grumbled and went over to the empty seat on his right. "I'll sit here."
"No." He pushed back from the table a bit. "You'll sit on my lap."
My skin grew hot. "That's…."
"Would you rather have the spanking, monella?" I flicked my eyes toward the door, hoping someone would come in and save me. Where was Dimitri or Zia? This man was a tyrant and everyone just let him get away with it.
"I am losing patience, Valentina ." I swallowed, but forced myself forward. What was the big deal? I could sit on his lap for a few minutes. We'd been more intimate last night, so where was the harm in this?
I slid sideways onto his lap, his thighs hard under my legs. He was warm and smelled like an expensive cologne or aftershave, the kind that
could mesmerise you if you got too close. My whole body was aware of where he touched me, like he was a magnet for my blood cells.
Instead of letting me sit to the side, he quickly repositioned me with my back to his front, throwing my legs on the outside of his thighs. In seconds I was spread open, my body reclined against his. When he tried to unfasten my shorts, I put my hands down to stop him. "What are you doing?"
"Grab the armrests." When I didn't move fast enough, he gave a light slap to the inside of my thigh. "Do it."
Heat spread from the spot he struck me, but it wasn't pain. It was a rush of excitement, and I put my hands on the armrests. After unbuttoning the shorts, his hand slid directly into my panties, reaching down until he cupped my pussy.
The cloth didn't give him a lot of room to manoeuvre but he shifted his fingers over my clit. I gasped, sparks racing along my spine.
"Stop," I said. "Someone will walk in."
"Then that means you had better come quickly." He kissed the nape of my neck then sank his teeth into the flesh and tendons there. Wetness flooded between my legs, aiding his movements over my clit.
He licked over his bite marks. "I want to bite you everywhere, Valentina . Mark that beautiful skin with my teeth."
Then he began speaking a long string of Italian I didn't understand, but the sexy words along with the low, gravely way he said them filled me with fire, like he'd struck a match inside my belly.
Soon I was rocking my hips, seeking, chasing, grasping at the orgasm just another few strokes away, the pleasure coiling as my muscles tightened.
Fuck, yes. I needed this so badly. All of a sudden, he paused, his fingers sliding away, not touching where I needed them most. What was he doing? I squirmed, trying to get him to finish me. "Rafael ," I whined, on the precipice. "Please."
His lips travelled up my throat to my ear. "Whose toy is this?"
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