Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

I did not want to repeat my mistakes. Taking the soap, I worked up a lather in my hands and pulled her back against my chest. I soaped her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She wound her arms around my head, giving me her weight and full access to her luscious body.
Cazzo, she was gorgeous. Any runway in Milan would be lucky to have her. I knew many designers and could get her a job with the snap of my fingers, if she wished. I reached for her clit, stroking and circling with two fingertips, loving the way she responded to me. Never had a lover been so in tune with what I needed, her cravings a perfect match to my own.
Valentina 's submission was the sweetest I'd ever experienced. I felt like a god every time she gave in. Soon she was panting, her ass rocking against the semi erect cock between my legs. If she kept that up, I'd fuck her again in the shower, and I
knew she had to be sore.
I manoeuvred her into the spray and let the water cascade down her sun- kissed skin, while I soaped my own body. Her gaze darted between my legs as I washed my cock and balls, and she started to reach for my groin.
"Later," I rasped. In fact, I planned on fucking her all night, if she had recovered by then. She inspected my shampoo, bringing the bottle to her nose. "This smells amazing."
"Che buon profumo." Her lips tilted. "Are you teaching me Italian?"
"Yes. Do you have another lesson today?"
"No, tomorrow."
"In Italiano." She began washing her hair, so I reached and moved her hands out of the way so that I could do it. "Dimmi."
"You are being so extra right now." I knew what that meant from my son, so I smacked her ass lightly. "Tell me or I will put you over my knees and spank you harder," I said in Italian, knowing she'd never know what I was saying. "It's not a punishment to hear you speak Italian and not understand you."
I liked that she found my language arousing. I decided to help her. "No, domani."
"No, domani," she repeated in an accent far more Canadian than Italian. "You'll learn. You will be ready to tell me to fuck you in Italian very soon."
"Teach me how to say that," she said as she moved under the spray to rinse her hair. "Ti prego, scopami. Sono la tua puttanella."
"You said more than ‘fuck me.'" I grabbed her waist and pulled her wet body flush to mine. I said,
‘Please fuck me. I am your little slut.'"
"Oh, God." Her fingers threaded through my hair, her eyelids hooded. "Why is that so hot?"
"Because you like it dirty, just like I do." I pushed her against the tile and ate at her mouth, devouring her as I thrust my tongue inside. She kissed me back, meeting me eagerly, and my balls were heavy again with the need to have her.
Rafael's POV
Cristo santo, what was she doing to me? If I weren't careful this girl would make me weak. Besides, I didn't have time for this. The break I had taken to fuck her earlier was already pushing it. I couldn't stay longer. There were arrangements to be made for the meeting this afternoon. With regret, I broke away but didn't let her go. I stared down into her beautiful eyes, her lashes like wet spikes, and held onto her jaw. "On the boat today is a meeting. It is supposed to be friendly, which is why I am bringing you. But this man is no friend, capisce? He will have a woman with him, as well, so I need you to be respectful at all times. This is a test, Valentina ."
The haze of desire faded from her expression, her gaze growing hard. She didn't like what I was telling her, which is what I had expected, but I didn't care. She gave herself to me, and there was no going backward. "What if I fail your test? Will you send me home?"
"No. I'll take you down to the dungeon and let you spend a few hours there until you learn your place." She gasped, a flash of fear crossing her face. "You wouldn't."
I wouldn't, but she didn't need to know it. "I told you, I am keeping you until I am done with you, Valentina Mancini."
I pushed through the glass door and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I heard her mumbled curse words all the way out to my closet. "You have an hour to prepare yourself, monella. And do not wear a black bikini."
Only I was allowed to see her in that tiny scrap of a suit from now on. Valentina was mine, and I'd kill any man who tried to take her from me.
Valentina's POV
We took the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Rafael smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so much fun that I forgot all about how I was now officially Rafael Ravazzani's mistress.