Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Because you are messed up, Tina . It was the same reason I snuck out to find David and gladly offered up my virginity. I had a darkness inside me, a desperate need for excitement and danger. Rafael had somehow recognized it in me and was using it to his advantage.
"Where did you go, Valentina ?" I looked up at him, his beautiful face radiant in the warm Italian sun.
The estate workers were on their afternoon break, leaving us completely alone. My heart raced, every bit of me alive in his presence, yet I felt at peace, too. It was comfortable between us, walking with our hands clasped through the rows of grape vines back toward the castello. He'd taken me to a small stream where he played as a boy. We skipped a few rocks together, though mine never went as far as his.
"Why did you decide to break my engagement to Dimitri ?" He chuckled and fingered a grape leaf. "You are just asking that now?"
Bastard. I pressed my lips together, knowing he was right. I should have asked it last night before I let him strip me naked and lick my pussy, but I lost the ability to think around him. "That is not an answer."
He flicked his fingers dismissively, a move I was coming to learn was the Italian version of shrugging a shoulder. "Because I decided I wanted you."
"Why?"
"Because you make my dick hard and I get what I want. There was nothing keeping us from exploring what it is we feel for the other except for the engagement. And there are many Italian girls who can marry my son. So…."
God, the absolute ego of this man. "How do you know what I feel for you?"
He smirked, his lips curled in male satisfaction. "You eye-fucked me on the yacht when I came out in my trunks. Your breath hitches every time I get close. Should I tell you how wet your pussy gets when I touch you?"
No, he needn't bother. I was well aware. "If I'm not marrying Dimitri , then let me go back to Toronto."
"Not yet." I cast him a hard glare. "My father won't like you keeping me here for no reason."
"You have a very specific reason for being here and that is to take care of my needs. If your father wished a different life for you, then he should have ensured you remain a virgin."
Jerking my hand out of his grasp, I stopped in my tracks and gaped at him. I didn't even know which part of that was more horrifying. "Fuck you, Rafael . I will not become your mistress."
Valentina's POV
I could see the anger brewing behind his light eyes, the tightening of his jaw. He stalked toward me until he was looming over me, blocking out the sun. "How many times have I made you come in the last twenty hours?"
I lifted my jaw, not about to answer such a stupid question. "That doesn't matter."
"The fuck it doesn't. Three times, Valentina . You haven't put up a fight or even tried to stop me. Three times you've offered up that pussy because you wanted me to touch you."
"You left me no choice!" He lifted his hand and traced the outline of my hard nipple with his thumb. The halter top didn't need a bra, which meant my nipples were obvious to everyone, including Rafael . "I haven't forced you. I think you
like what I do to you. I think you like the darkness as much as I do."
I closed my eyes. Damn this man's perceptiveness. His thumb continued to stroke my nipple and I swayed toward him. Electric sparks raced through my body, and wetness pooled between my thighs.
"That's it," he crooned. "See how good it will be between us? I will take such good care of you."
"I don't want to be your mistress," I breathed, grasping at anything to keep me from reaching for him.
"We want to fuck each other. Who cares what the label is?"
"I do." I stepped back and slapped his hand away. "It matters to me."
He thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, all traces of teasing wiped from his expression. This was the man who'd kidnapped me, who'd studied me like a piece of meat in my father's study. "You were given to me as repayment on a debt owed. I can return you and declare that debt unpaid. Perhaps take one of your sisters in exchange. Or, I could kill your father for giving me a woman who has fucked half of Toronto. It's your choice."
I sucked in a huge gust of air, outrage smacking into every cell and pore like I'd run into a wall. The absolute nerve! How dare he drag me for having one sexual partner? "I slept with one man! One, you asshole! How many women have you slept with, hmm? In case you haven't been told, this is the twenty-first century, not the olden days. Women are allowed to have sex before marriage."
His mouth curved. The bastard actually looked… pleased by my outburst, which made no fucking sense. I threw up my hands. "God, I hate you. I will never stop trying to escape you. No matter what happens, I will leave here. Somehow, some way, I will get away from you."