Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Though I meant to stay awake, I must have slept because movement at my side brought me out of a deep fog. I felt her edge away, and I instinctively reached for her. "No. Non muoversi," I mumbled, telling her not to move.
"I have to use the bathroom," she said, her voice distant, and I released her. She was gone for quite some time. I was beginning to worry when I heard the latch. I pushed up to my elbows as she emerged, her face clear and freshly washed. She stood by the side of the bed and crossed her arms.
"When did you arrive?"
"At daybreak, when the storm abated. Dolcezza"
"No, Rafael . You do not get to call me that. Not anymore. You left me here. I was all alone," her voice cracked as it trailed off, and I was on my feet instantly. Crossing to her, I pulled her tight to my chest. She pushed back, trying to get away, but I didn't let her.
I held her tight, whispering, "I am sorry, Valentina . Mi dispiace. Perdonami, bellissima." I repeated it again and to my astonishment she broke out into tears, her fingers clinging to my shirt.
The sound of her misery tore me apart. I kissed the top of her head and sat, holding her on my lap. "You're safe now," I told her. "You are safe.Nothing will ever hurt you."
"I was so scared."
"I know, but you were not in danger. This boat could never capsize."
"That is what they said about the Titanic," she said, her face buried in my throat. The Titanic hadn't capsized, but I didn't say as much. "You were safe, though I know storms on the water can be very scary."
"I was terrified. And I got sick. Twice."
"Oh, piccolina." I squeezed her, hating myself even more for not being here. "I am so sorry."
"All because I wore a bathing suit you didn't like." She pushed off my lap and stood, glaring down at me. "I hate this. I don't want to be your mistress or your prisoner or your daughter-in-law. I want to go home."
I would never allow it, not yet, but I suspected she didn't want to hear that at the moment. I had to use honesty and finesse to coax her anger away. I rubbed her hip. "You don't mean that. You are angry and you have every right but I am asking for your forgiveness. I should not have left you here alone. I let my temper and jealousy control my tongue. If there had been any way for me to get to you last night I would have tried, but the the wind was too strong."
She slapped my hand away. "I don't believe you, not after you said the separation would be good for both of us. What the fuck did that even mean?"
"It meant I was angry, Valentina . I was trying to spare you my temper. But I regretted leaving the second we lifted off."
"Bullshit."
"I will never lie to you. I am many things, most of them terrible, but I am not a liar."
"If you regretted it, then why didn't you come right back?"
"I had to stand by my decision. Changing my mind is a sign of weakness." She gave a humourless laugh and dragged a hand through her long golden hair.
"I am not one of your soldiers, Rafael. Mistress or not, you cannot treat me like shit."
"I want to spoil you and treat you like a goddess, if you'll let me."
"Until the next time you get angry and put me in your dungeon. Or leave me in the middle of a hurricane." There was no hurricane, but I didn't bother correcting her. "I promise I won't banish you to the dungeon or the yacht the next time you piss me off."
"Or anywhere else. You won't banish me anywhere, Rafael ." She was forgetting who held the power in our arrangement, and I would need to remind her as soon as her temper cooled.
"Or?"
"I'll stab you with something sharper than a pen." I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Many have tried, Valentina . I wouldn't recommend it." Rising, I cupped her jaw in my hands. "The devil cannot be killed."
I pressed my lips to hers, moving softly, letting my body convey my apology. My regret. I needed to reassure her that I would never let her down again. And I craved reassurance that she was still mine. Her lips parted and my tongue swept inside, desperate to taste her. She was warm and slick, and so sweet I could feel blood pumping to my dick.
The boat rocked gently, our bodies swaying ever so slightly, pushing her tits into my chest, and I hoped this meant she had forgiven me. We could spend all day on the boat, fucking.
I reached under the dress shirt hanging down her thighs to cup her ass and she wasn't wearing panties. I sucked in a breath. "Cazzo, you are so sexy."
"I had no clothes to change into after I puked on my black bikini." I gave her ass a slap. "I like you in my clothing."
"I can tell." Her eyes dipped to my crotch. "But I am not fucking you today, Rafael ." I trailed my fingers to her seam, but she edged away. "Did you not hear what I said?"