Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

I wanted to spank her ass for ordering me around with that filthy mouth, but I figured that could wait until we were alone. There were too many eyes, even at one o'clock. "Are you having a nice day?"
"Do you ride?" she asked instead of answering my question.
"Yes. Do you?"
"I used to. My sister Gia was always more into horses than Emma and I."
"Do you miss your sisters?" She sighed and placed her chin atop her hands on the railing. "I do, but they are closer to each other. They're twins," she explained as if I didn't already know. "It's like they can communicate without talking."
"I've heard some twins can do that."
"Dimitri let me call them on his phone yesterday and I loved hearing their voices." I blinked at this revelation. I hadn't meant to cut her off from her family forever, but giving her a phone so soon was a risk.
Still, a sliver of guilt worked its way under my ribs. "I will let you call them whenever you like, dolcezza."
She turned, put her back to the fence, and faced me. The tip of her nose had turned pink. She bit her lip as she stared up at me. "I want a phone, Rafael ."
I couldn't resist. I leaned down and took her mouth, needing to sample her lips. They were warm and soft, and I thrust my tongue inside, eager to taste every bit of her in this moment. I wanted her sighs and moans, her adoration and her tears. I wanted to own her, body and soul.
My hands found her hips and I let my fingers rest on the sun-kissed skin above her waistband, her tits pushing against my chest. When she rose on her toes to get closer, I cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her up.
Long legs wrapped around my hips and I rested her against the fence as I continued to eat at her mouth. Fuck, she tasted so good, like wine and olives. Salty and sweet, exactly like her. I tangled my head, trying to get deeper, sweeping my tongue over hers.
I was already hard, my body primed for her the instant our mouths touched. It would be so easy to drag her shorts down her legs and sink inside her body. Fuck, I wanted that. Could I make her beg for my cock and have her not regret it yet?
Her arms twined around my neck, her little whimpers driving me crazy. She was the hottest, most responsive piece of ass I'd ever had and we hadn't even fucked yet. I swear, she was going to kill me.
She drew back, her fingers threading through my hair. "I think we should find an empty stall so I can suck your cock, capo."
I froze, every muscle clenching. Was she serious? Or was she trying to gain the upper hand with me? Something about the bold offer, so out of character for her, struck me as false. But God, I wanted it. Despite the reason for her request, I still craved having her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me down.
I closed my eyes and prayed for strength. Soon. I had to remain strong. I needed to win over her mind as well as her body. I stepped back and lowered her to the ground. With little regard for who might see, I slapped her ass. Hard. "Later, monella. I want to show you something first."
Valentina's POV
Rafael was suspiciously charming. Over the next hour, he took me around the estate grounds, pointing out various places and trees, showing me where he'd played as a boy, and I tried not to fall under his spell. I couldn't allow him to worm his way under my skin. I was still angry with him for what happened in the dining room this morning, not to mention horrified by my wanton behaviour.
How easily I'd given in to him, with just a few strokes of his magic fingers….
I had to gain the upper hand with him. The only way I could do that was through sex. I had no other leverage and he knew it. So if I had to give a few blow jobs, I would if it meant getting a phone or finding a way to escape.
Though I hadn't been entirely lying. I did want to suck his cock. I don't care what it said about me, but I liked giving blow jobs. I was good at it at least David had said so and it made me feel powerful. I'd spent enough time rubbing up against Rafael 's crotch in the last twenty-four hours so I had a pretty good idea of what he was packing...and I needed to see it.
Touch it. Taste it. God, I was hopeless.
A kidnapped mafia princess who could only think about getting into the pants of her kidnapper. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? I learned about it in school last year, how some captives could become enamoured of their captors. Has my brain already twisted that far?
He treated me like a doll, not like a person with a mind of her own. He'd degraded me, made me come three times, and asserted his dominance over me at every turn. So why did I find that so fucking hot?