Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 51: Chapter 51
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His throat worked as he swallowed. "Good girl. Now lie back so I can reward you."
Rafael's POV
I ordered her to come down to dinner that night. Zia was here, as usual, and Dimitri decided to eat at home tonight, too. He often ate out with friends or at the clubs, so it was nice to have my only son at the table. Valentina had changed into a dress, her long blond hair swinging down her back. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable.
My cock perked up, even though I'd had the orgasm of my life this afternoon. Madonna, she was going to kill me. After we left the stables, Valentina barely spoke. I still hadn't fucked her, and her silence upon getting dressed proved she wasn't ready. I wanted her begging for it, free of guilt. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as this lasted.
It wasn't easy, though. Especially after that blow job. Cazzo, that woman could suck a cock. Never had a woman taken me so deep on the first try. She was perfect in every way. Eyes burning resentfully in my direction, she strode to the seat next to Zia. I couldn't resist saying, "You look beautiful, piccolina."
"I am so happy you find this acceptable, il Diavolo." That smart mouth. I wanted to hate the disrespectful way she spoke to me, but I couldn't.
Rafael's POV
She was still pissed that I ordered her to eat with us. Zia chuckled, then covered her mouth, as if to hide it from me. Dimitri wasn't so circumspect. He laughed as he looked between Valentina and me.
"This is nice. I think I'm going to like having Tina around."
"Valentina ," I corrected. "Friends call me Tina ," she told me, like I wasn't already aware.
"You may call me Valentina , however." If she thought that offended me, she had a lot to learn.
I'd call her whatever the fuck I wanted. After I rang the tiny bell on the table, the women I paid to oversee dinner every night emerged. All three were trusted friends of Zia's, older widows I could be sure weren't trying to poison me.
Platters of seafood pasta, stuffed artichokes, and a leg of lamb were placed on the table. We began serving ourselves while Imelda began carving the lamb. A strangled gasp from down the table caught my attention. Valentina was as pale as flour, staring at the leg of lamb.
Her eyes were glassy, horror etched on her face, like she was watching a friend being slaughtered in front of her. I looked at Imelda and the platter. It was just lamb. What on earth could be?
Allora. I understood. In Italian, I said, "Imelda, no lamb tonight or any other night. Remove it, please." Imelda paused, uncertain. Refusing the food was a serious insult, but I would not have Valentina upset, thinking we are eating one of the baby lambs she visited every day. "Va bene," I said. "Just bring something else."
"There is only soup, Signore Ravazzani," she said. "Sí, va bene, capisco." I told her I understood and she removed the lamb, shaking her head on the way back to the kitchen.
Silence descended but I focused on my food. No doubt Dimitri and Zia thought I had lost my mind. "Grazie, Rafael ," Valentina said, her voice shaky but I heard the relief.
She dabbed at the corner of her eye with her napkin. She had a big heart, this girl. "I cannot save them all, dolcezza. But I can prevent them from appearing on our dinner table."
She bit her lip but nodded, and I wanted to...I don't know. Kiss her and touch her, bring a smile back to that gorgeous face. Then I wanted to hold her down and fuck her, while I spanked her ass until she cried. I gave myself a mental shake. These were hardly appropriate thoughts for dinner.
Zia couldn't resist commenting. "Sto vendendo cose che non avrei mai pensato di vedere in vita mia." (I am seeing things that I never thought I'd see in my lifetime.)
"Basta," I told her sternly. "What did she say?" Valentina asked, glancing between all three of us. Dimitri opened his mouth to answer, so I shot him a glare. He held up his hands but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. My family was a pain in the ass.
"I really need to improve my Italian," Valentina said as she took the platter of artichokes from Zia. Part of me liked the idea of having her helpless and dependent on me to understand the language. But the practical side longed to hear my country's words coming out of that beautiful mouth. "I can hire someone to help you learn."
"You would do that?"
"Of course." Valentina didn't realise her face showed her every thought. To me, she was transparent, an open book. I recognized the sly satisfaction she was now feeling, no doubt believing that learning Italian would help her escape.
Except there was no escape, not from me. She'd had her chance when Dimitri took her into Siderno, yet she hadn't run. Now, I would never let her go until I am good and ready.
Rafael's POV
I ordered her to come down to dinner that night. Zia was here, as usual, and Dimitri decided to eat at home tonight, too. He often ate out with friends or at the clubs, so it was nice to have my only son at the table. Valentina had changed into a dress, her long blond hair swinging down her back. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun today, giving her skin a healthy glow. She looked young and innocent and totally fuckable.
My cock perked up, even though I'd had the orgasm of my life this afternoon. Madonna, she was going to kill me. After we left the stables, Valentina barely spoke. I still hadn't fucked her, and her silence upon getting dressed proved she wasn't ready. I wanted her begging for it, free of guilt. I wanted her willing to be mine for as long as this lasted.
It wasn't easy, though. Especially after that blow job. Cazzo, that woman could suck a cock. Never had a woman taken me so deep on the first try. She was perfect in every way. Eyes burning resentfully in my direction, she strode to the seat next to Zia. I couldn't resist saying, "You look beautiful, piccolina."
"I am so happy you find this acceptable, il Diavolo." That smart mouth. I wanted to hate the disrespectful way she spoke to me, but I couldn't.
Rafael's POV
She was still pissed that I ordered her to eat with us. Zia chuckled, then covered her mouth, as if to hide it from me. Dimitri wasn't so circumspect. He laughed as he looked between Valentina and me.
"This is nice. I think I'm going to like having Tina around."
"Valentina ," I corrected. "Friends call me Tina ," she told me, like I wasn't already aware.
"You may call me Valentina , however." If she thought that offended me, she had a lot to learn.
I'd call her whatever the fuck I wanted. After I rang the tiny bell on the table, the women I paid to oversee dinner every night emerged. All three were trusted friends of Zia's, older widows I could be sure weren't trying to poison me.
Platters of seafood pasta, stuffed artichokes, and a leg of lamb were placed on the table. We began serving ourselves while Imelda began carving the lamb. A strangled gasp from down the table caught my attention. Valentina was as pale as flour, staring at the leg of lamb.
Her eyes were glassy, horror etched on her face, like she was watching a friend being slaughtered in front of her. I looked at Imelda and the platter. It was just lamb. What on earth could be?
Allora. I understood. In Italian, I said, "Imelda, no lamb tonight or any other night. Remove it, please." Imelda paused, uncertain. Refusing the food was a serious insult, but I would not have Valentina upset, thinking we are eating one of the baby lambs she visited every day. "Va bene," I said. "Just bring something else."
"There is only soup, Signore Ravazzani," she said. "Sí, va bene, capisco." I told her I understood and she removed the lamb, shaking her head on the way back to the kitchen.
Silence descended but I focused on my food. No doubt Dimitri and Zia thought I had lost my mind. "Grazie, Rafael ," Valentina said, her voice shaky but I heard the relief.
She dabbed at the corner of her eye with her napkin. She had a big heart, this girl. "I cannot save them all, dolcezza. But I can prevent them from appearing on our dinner table."
She bit her lip but nodded, and I wanted to...I don't know. Kiss her and touch her, bring a smile back to that gorgeous face. Then I wanted to hold her down and fuck her, while I spanked her ass until she cried. I gave myself a mental shake. These were hardly appropriate thoughts for dinner.
Zia couldn't resist commenting. "Sto vendendo cose che non avrei mai pensato di vedere in vita mia." (I am seeing things that I never thought I'd see in my lifetime.)
"Basta," I told her sternly. "What did she say?" Valentina asked, glancing between all three of us. Dimitri opened his mouth to answer, so I shot him a glare. He held up his hands but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. My family was a pain in the ass.
"I really need to improve my Italian," Valentina said as she took the platter of artichokes from Zia. Part of me liked the idea of having her helpless and dependent on me to understand the language. But the practical side longed to hear my country's words coming out of that beautiful mouth. "I can hire someone to help you learn."
"You would do that?"
"Of course." Valentina didn't realise her face showed her every thought. To me, she was transparent, an open book. I recognized the sly satisfaction she was now feeling, no doubt believing that learning Italian would help her escape.
Except there was no escape, not from me. She'd had her chance when Dimitri took her into Siderno, yet she hadn't run. Now, I would never let her go until I am good and ready.
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