Page 47 of Mafia Mistress

“Wait,” I barked as she started for the pool area.

Hand flying to her chest, she spun to face me. “Fuck. You scared the shit out of me.”

That dirty mouth. Most Italian women didn’t curse like women in other countries, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. I stopped in my tracks, keeping to the shadows, where no one from the outside would be able to see us. “Come here.”

She cast a glance over her shoulder. “Why?”

“Because I said so, monella.”

“I don’t think we should be alone in here.”

Interesting response. Was she worried about hurting Giulio? I doubted it. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She nibbled on her lip and I could almost see her brain thinking it over. Despite her hesitation, her nipples puckered again, betraying her. Whereas most women would feel fear, Francesca was different. She was attracted to me despite the fear—though she probably hated herself for it.

I would change that. Soon she would beg me to fuck her and lick her pussy. To suck my cock and swallow my come. There would be no shame between us, no limits to the depravity I would show her. And she would love every minute.

She threw her shoulders back and strode toward me, unafraid. Her breasts bounced with every step, her hips swayed, and I could hardly breathe. When she reached me, she arched a brow in challenge, and my hand itched with the desire to throw her over my lap and spank her insolent ass.

But that would come. For now, I had to play this carefully.

She watched me with big round eyes, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breaths. A droplet of water rolled down her temple, and I used my thumb to gently brush the moisture from her soft skin. “Do you like my boat, dolcezza?”

Her throat worked as she swallowed. “I want to say I hate it, but I’d be lying.”

I liked to think she was also talking about me. “Good.You’ll be spending a lot of time here.”

“You still don’t understand, Ravazzani. I won’t be staying.”

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and she began backing away. I continued until her spine connected with the oak paneling, then I braced my hands on either side of her head. “Fausto.”

Her brows dipped low as she searched my face. “What?”

“When we are alone, I want you to call me Fausto.”

“I shouldn’t. You’re…well, it wouldn’t be….” She huffed. “We shouldn’t be alone.”

I flustered her. Excellent. “We will be, though. Often.”

“No, we won’t. We shouldn’t even be alone now. They’ll be wondering where we are.”

“I don’t care.” I dragged my eyes over her stunning features, down to her lips. They were plump and wet with her saliva, begging to be tasted. I had to resist for just a little while longer.

“I’m sure Katarzyna would love to hear that,” she whispered.

That was the reminder I needed. I was a heartless bastard, but I was also fair. “I plan to handle that problem in just a few minutes.”

“You’re going to kill her?” Francesca hissed.

I shook my head, disappointed in her opinion of me. Granted, I hadn’t shown her much else, but that would soon change. “No, but I’ve decided I no longer want her.”

I watched as she tried to make sense of what I’d said, confusion and trepidation etched in her features. “Why?”

Now she was asking the right questions.

“Because I want someone else.” I dipped my head closer and put my lips by her ear. “And one thing you should know, Francesca, is that I always get what I want.”

Her breath hitched as I pushed away from the wall. “Buona sera, monella.”

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