Page 61 of Mafia Mistress

“Not yet.”

I cast him a hard glare. “My father won’t like you keeping me here for no reason.”

“You have a very specific reason for being here and that is to take care of my needs. If your father wished a different life for you, then he should have ensured you remained a virgin.”

Jerking my hand out of his grasp, I stopped in my tracks and gaped at him. I didn’t even know which part of that was more horrifying. “Fuck you, Fausto. I will not become your mistress.”

I could see the anger brewing behind his light eyes, the tightening of his jaw. He stalked toward me until he was looming over me, blocking out the sun. “How many times have I made you come in the last twenty hours?”

I lifted my jaw, not about to answer such a stupid question. “That doesn’t matter.”

“The fuck it doesn’t. Three times, Francesca. You haven’t put up a fight or even tried to stop me. Three times you’ve offered up that pussy because you wanted me to touch you.”

“You left me no choice!”

He lifted his hand and traced the outline of my hard nipple with his thumb. The halter top didn’t need a bra, which meant my nipples were obvious to everyone, including Fausto. “I haven’t forced you. I think you like what I do to you. I think you like the darkness as much as I do.”

I closed my eyes. Damn this man’s perceptiveness.

His thumb continued to stroke my nipple and I swayed toward him. Electric sparks raced through my body, and wetness pooled between my thighs.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “See how good it will be between us? I will take such good care of you.”

“I don’t want to be your mistress,” I breathed, grasping at anything to keep me from reaching for him.

“We want to fuck each other. Who cares what the label is?”

“I do.” I stepped back and slapped his hand away. “It matters to me.”

He thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, all traces of teasing wiped from his expression. This was the man who’d kidnapped me, who’d studied me like a piece of meat in my father’s study. “You were given to me as repayment on a debt owed. I can return you and declare that debt unpaid. Perhaps take one of your sisters in exchange. Or, I could kill your father for giving me a woman who has fucked half of Toronto. It’s your choice.”

I sucked in a huge gust of air, outrage smacking into every cell and pore like I’d run into a wall. The absolute nerve! How dare he drag me for having one sexual partner? “I slept with one man! One, you asshole! How many women have you slept with, hmm? In case you haven’t been told, this is the twenty-first century, not the ye olden days. Women are allowed to have sex before marriage.”

His mouth curved. The bastard actually looked...pleased by my outburst, which made no fucking sense. I threw up my hands. “God, I hate you. I will never stop trying to escape you. No matter what happens, I will leave here. Somehow, some way, I will get away from you.”

In a flash, his hand shot up to cup the back of my neck, holding me still. His face drew closer until he was inches from my mouth. “It pleases me to learn that only one man dared put his cock inside you before me. It pleases me very much.”

I put a hand on his chest, already feeling my anger fade into something far more dangerous. Why did his possessiveness turn me on? “You’re a barbarian.”

“Very much so. Which is why I am the most powerful man in Italy. You would be wise never to forget it.”

“How can I when you never stop bragging about it?”

“Cristo santo, that mouth.” He dragged a thumb over my lips, making me shiver. “I wonder if you are ready to get what you asked for earlier.”

The stables. His cock in my mouth.

“I’m not in the mood any more,” I lied, even as my pussy clenched in excitement.

“Cazzata,” he whispered. “If I unzipped my pants, you’d drop to your knees in the dirt right here.”

I hated that I found the visual totally appealing. He must have read it on my face, too, because he grinned, his gaze turning soft and adoring. “Yes, I think you might.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Yes, but you like it rough and mean, just like I do.” He stepped back but grabbed my hand. “Come on, dolcezza. Let’s see if I’m right.”

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