Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 63: Chapter 63
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The bed was perfectly smooth, not a crease on the grey duvet. I slid onto the mattress and folded my legs under my hips, shoving my ass in the air. The buzz from the prosecco had faded as soon as I caught sight of Rafael 's furious expression on the patio deck. Too bad I hadn't allowed myself one more glass. Then I might not be so nervous for whatever he had in mind. I waited there for a long time, what felt like hours.
My legs started to cramp and I thought about moving to shake them out, but then I heard his footsteps. I held my breath. The bed dipped and his scent teased my nose. He didn't touch me, nor Did he speak? Another few seconds and I cracked. "Rafael …."
"Do not speak, Valentina . When I am done speaking you may explain yourself, capisce?" I pressed my lips together and waited, feeling like a small child who had disappointed a parent. I didn't like it. Why was he so angry? Why was he humiliating me like this?
"That man was Enzo D'Agostino. He is the head of the Napoli 'ndrina, a powerful but tenuous ally of mine. We were at war for many years, and My father brokered peace after both sides suffered terrible losses, including losing two of my uncles and six cousins. Enzo has recently become capo, and he is known for his unpredictability. His hot-headed temper."
He shifted restlessly, like he was too mad to sit still. "I want to merge some of our business interests, but more importantly, I also want his
younger sister to marry my son. This was a critical meeting today, one I had to cut short because you did not do what I asked."
Oh, shit. How was I supposed to know? He said the man was no friend, but he hadn't shared any of this backstory.
"All I asked was that you not wear this suit. Simple, no? You had others to choose from, suits not so revealing of your tits and ass. Yet, you
disobeyed me, even after I told you this was a test. Were you trying to fail?"
I clenched my hands and blurted, "No, of course not. I told you, I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Yes, but what I haven't heard is why you wanted to disobey me. Why did you wish to defy me, after all that's happened today?" After admitting I belonged to him.
"I don't know. I really like this suit, I suppose."
"No, I do not accept that. Tell me why." I still hadn't seen his face and it was starting to annoy me. "Can I sit up?"
"Not until you tell me why you wore this suit. Was it to tempt me? To distract me? To distract my guests?"
"No! I wasn't thinking about any of that."
"Then what were you thinking, Valentina ?" He hadn't called me "dolcezza" or "piccola monella" once since emerging from his meeting, only Valentina . I missed playful Rafael , the one who kissed and teased me. "I don't know."
"I do not believe you. A conversation happened in your mind where you went against my wishes. Tell me what it was." This was ridiculous. I could tell he wasn't going to drop it. But saying it out loud would make me sound immature and silly.
So I turned the tables back on him. I sat up and glared at him. "I heard Enzo refer to me as a puttanella when I walked through your meeting and you laughed. You didn't stand up for me at all."
"Valentina , I will not explain myself to you. That is not how this works."
"Wrong. Just because we are sleeping together does not mean you can treat me like trash."
"And how is giving you orgasms and bringing you on my yacht treating you like trash?"
"He called me a slut, Rafael !" Something fierce and frightening shone in his eyes as he closed in, his voice low and tight. "You are a slut, Valentina . My slut. But if you must know, I wasn't listening to Enzo because I was too angry over your choice of bathing suit. He could have called you anything, said anything about my mother, and I would have reacted inappropriately. Because I was too fucking furious," he ended on a roar, and I shrank back.
Shit. He was beyond mad. Rafael took a deep breath, like he was struggling to compose himself. When he spoke, it was at normal volume. "Allora, I'll ask one more time. Tell me why you disobeyed my one order for today?"
I swallowed, unable to take any more. "Because I don't like being told what I can and cannot wear."
Rafael nodded, as if this was what he expected. "Thank you for admitting it. I think we can both agree this won't ever happen again. If I give you an order, I expect you to obey it, Valentina ."
He stared at me, waiting for a reaction. I blurted, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Rising, he put his hands into his trouser pockets. "I am glad to hear it. But I am still going to punish you."
"Why?" I lifted my hands and let them fall on my bare thighs. "I said I was sorry. There's no need to drag this out." Must he be so dramatic?
My legs started to cramp and I thought about moving to shake them out, but then I heard his footsteps. I held my breath. The bed dipped and his scent teased my nose. He didn't touch me, nor Did he speak? Another few seconds and I cracked. "Rafael …."
"Do not speak, Valentina . When I am done speaking you may explain yourself, capisce?" I pressed my lips together and waited, feeling like a small child who had disappointed a parent. I didn't like it. Why was he so angry? Why was he humiliating me like this?
"That man was Enzo D'Agostino. He is the head of the Napoli 'ndrina, a powerful but tenuous ally of mine. We were at war for many years, and My father brokered peace after both sides suffered terrible losses, including losing two of my uncles and six cousins. Enzo has recently become capo, and he is known for his unpredictability. His hot-headed temper."
He shifted restlessly, like he was too mad to sit still. "I want to merge some of our business interests, but more importantly, I also want his
younger sister to marry my son. This was a critical meeting today, one I had to cut short because you did not do what I asked."
Oh, shit. How was I supposed to know? He said the man was no friend, but he hadn't shared any of this backstory.
"All I asked was that you not wear this suit. Simple, no? You had others to choose from, suits not so revealing of your tits and ass. Yet, you
disobeyed me, even after I told you this was a test. Were you trying to fail?"
I clenched my hands and blurted, "No, of course not. I told you, I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Yes, but what I haven't heard is why you wanted to disobey me. Why did you wish to defy me, after all that's happened today?" After admitting I belonged to him.
"I don't know. I really like this suit, I suppose."
"No, I do not accept that. Tell me why." I still hadn't seen his face and it was starting to annoy me. "Can I sit up?"
"Not until you tell me why you wore this suit. Was it to tempt me? To distract me? To distract my guests?"
"No! I wasn't thinking about any of that."
"Then what were you thinking, Valentina ?" He hadn't called me "dolcezza" or "piccola monella" once since emerging from his meeting, only Valentina . I missed playful Rafael , the one who kissed and teased me. "I don't know."
"I do not believe you. A conversation happened in your mind where you went against my wishes. Tell me what it was." This was ridiculous. I could tell he wasn't going to drop it. But saying it out loud would make me sound immature and silly.
So I turned the tables back on him. I sat up and glared at him. "I heard Enzo refer to me as a puttanella when I walked through your meeting and you laughed. You didn't stand up for me at all."
"Valentina , I will not explain myself to you. That is not how this works."
"Wrong. Just because we are sleeping together does not mean you can treat me like trash."
"And how is giving you orgasms and bringing you on my yacht treating you like trash?"
"He called me a slut, Rafael !" Something fierce and frightening shone in his eyes as he closed in, his voice low and tight. "You are a slut, Valentina . My slut. But if you must know, I wasn't listening to Enzo because I was too angry over your choice of bathing suit. He could have called you anything, said anything about my mother, and I would have reacted inappropriately. Because I was too fucking furious," he ended on a roar, and I shrank back.
Shit. He was beyond mad. Rafael took a deep breath, like he was struggling to compose himself. When he spoke, it was at normal volume. "Allora, I'll ask one more time. Tell me why you disobeyed my one order for today?"
I swallowed, unable to take any more. "Because I don't like being told what I can and cannot wear."
Rafael nodded, as if this was what he expected. "Thank you for admitting it. I think we can both agree this won't ever happen again. If I give you an order, I expect you to obey it, Valentina ."
He stared at me, waiting for a reaction. I blurted, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Rising, he put his hands into his trouser pockets. "I am glad to hear it. But I am still going to punish you."
"Why?" I lifted my hands and let them fall on my bare thighs. "I said I was sorry. There's no need to drag this out." Must he be so dramatic?
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