Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

"I feel as though you need a reminder as to how our relationship works."
"And after last night, I feel as though you need a reminder that this pussy belongs to me, until I decide you've earned it." The back of my neck itches, my chest hot. "Not even close, Valentina ."
I started toward her and she retreated, step by step, until I had her pinned against the wall. Then I slid my hand between us and cupped her. "This pussy is mine until I decide it isn't."
She started to argue, so I grazed her folds with my fingers, brushing over her clit. Her body softened, relaxing into the wall and into my hand. "You are not playing fair," she whispered.
"I never do. This is mine and I will fuck it raw until I've had enough."
"You are an asshole."
"The biggest." But I didn't want her to regret giving herself over to me. While I craved having her again, her submissive compliance was a thousand times more satisfying. Was I growing soft when it came to her?
Possibly, but I couldn't seem to help it. I let her go. "Come. Let's return to the castello. Zia is worried sick about you. Not to mention that Dimitri nearly punched me when he learned where you were last night. They deserve to know you are all right."
"I wish he would have punched you. You deserve it." When I took her hand, she said, "Wait, what am I going to wear? I don't have any clothes."
"I'll find you something to cover your legs. But keep my shirt on, because I love the way your tits look in it." She rolled her eyes and walked to the television. "Fine, but I am taking some of your porn back with me."
I smothered my grin. "I see you were busy exploring. Which one did you like best?"
"I'm not watching them to get off. I am trying to learn Italian from them." Madre di Dio. Learning dirty talk in my language from porn? This girl was going to be the death of me. "Bring four or five. Just for variety."
Valentina's POV
Dimitri appeared in my doorway after I had showered and dressed. "Cristo santo, Tina . I was worried about you last night. Are you okay?"
He was dressed like a fashion model, expensive fabrics carelessly draped over his lean frame, his hair perfectly styled. His features were softer than Rafael 's, handsome in a more classical sense. His mother must have been beautiful, too.
I sighed and waved him in. "Barely. I was scared shitless."
"I can believe it. That was a bad storm." He shook his head and closed the door. "My father's temper is a fearsome thing. He must have been very mad at you to leave you out there."
I figured I could level with Dimitri . "He asked me not to wear the black bikini during his meeting with Enzo."
"And you wore it?" Dimitri winced. "Bella, that was asking for trouble."
"I know, and he later explained why. But I didn't know any of that at the time. I should be able to wear what I want."
"You don't know many Italian men, do you?"
"There are plenty of Italian men in Toronto."
"No, there are Italian-Canadian men. I mean, true Italian men. It is a much different thing. They can be very domineering."
"You're not like that." He gave me a wolfish grin. "Not with women, I'm not."
I laughed. "You're all assholes."
"That's true." The smile dropped and he stared at me soberly. "Is he...? I mean to say, are you okay with this? With him?" How to answer that? I had so many conflicting emotions. I wanted to go home, but I also craved Rafael 's body like air and water. And living here wasn't so terrible.
The castello and the estate were beautiful, and I was in Italy. Other than a lack of a phone and laptop and Rafael 's refusal to let me leave it was the perfect summer vacation.
I could see Dimitri was truly worried, so I had to be honest. "I'm okay. For now. It's weird telling you this, but I'm insanely attracted to your father. We're having fun hooking up."
"Rafael , fun? I don't believe it." I bit my lip, remembering our little games. Rafael 's dirty mouth, my compliance, his rewards. It was a vicious cycle I was becoming addicted to.
"I won't traumatise you with the details, but yes. He's intense and a total dick sometimes, but what we are doing together is fun. At least it was, until he had to go and ruin it last night."
"I definitely do not want details," he said, holding up a hand. "But I am glad you are happy."
"He said he would let me go when we got bored of each other. Then I'll go back to Toronto and start college." Hopefully Columbia would still take me, as I'd already been admitted once. If not, I'd find another school in America, far away from my family and the 'Ndrangheta.
"He takes good care of each mantenuta. He bought Katarzyna a house on the water in Portofino." I blinked. "What? A house?"