Page 70 of Mafia Mistress

Chapter Seventeen

Fausto

After I cleaned her up,we stretched out on the bed. Francesca was quiet as I held her, and I knew what she’d said was weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with the nature of our relationship, the better.

“I am clean, by the way,” I said. I hadn’t ever fucked a woman without a condom before and was tested regularly. And I knew Francesca’s health report was clean, because I’d reviewed it as soon as I brought her to Siderno. With her being sexually active, I’d needed to know if she had any diseases.

“Oh. Right. Thank you.”

I stroked her hip. She was sprawled half on top of me, her tits smashed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo each day, this would be exactly how I’d want to spend it. I normally did not give a lot of my time to my mistresses, but I liked the idea of being with Francesca. In fact, I was strangely reluctant to let her go.

I should keep more of a distance, considering her age and inexperience. Younger women were clingier, the ones who texted me at odd hours with bizarre emojis I couldn’t decipher. It was why I usually slept with women in their late twenties or thirties. Otherwise, we had absolutely nothing in common.

It didn’t feel that way with Francesca, though. She’d been raised in the life, albeit sheltered from her father’s activities. But unlike my first wife, who’d also been raised in the life, Francesca and I liked many of the same things. Being outdoors, the farm and vineyard...not to mention the way we fucked. I liked control and she loved to be on the receiving end of it. A perfect match.

I kissed the crown of her head. “You are coming with me on the boat this afternoon.”

She sighed. “You can’t order me around, Fausto.”

Back to this? “I can and you will do as I say.”

“No, fuck that.” She pushed away slightly to frown at me. “I have a mind of my own. I’m not at your beck and call.”

She could not have been more wrong. “You are, for as long as we are fucking. Or do I need to make you admit it again?” It would not be a hardship, that was for certain.

She glared at me. “You are the absolute worst.”

Pressing up, I kissed her, shoving my tongue in her mouth until she softened. Then I kissed her some more just because I liked it. When she gave me one of her little whimpers, I broke off. “I am demanding and a stronzo, but I will make this worthwhile for you.”

“By letting me go?”

“When the time is right, yes. If that is what you want.”

“What about now?”

I chuckled and slapped her ass, which I knew had to be sore. “When we tire of each other and not a second before.”

“Actually I’m pretty tired of you at the moment.”

“Lies.” I cupped her tit and pinched her nipple, kissing her until she writhed against me. My insatiable piccola monella.

Her gaze was unfocused when I finally pulled away. I smiled. “Come. I’ll wash you in the shower and tell you about this afternoon.”

She didn’t argue and I took that as an encouraging sign as I led her to the bathroom. As soon as the water was hot, I tugged her into the shower with me.

“Your shower is bigger than mine,” she said as I nibbled on her neck under the warm spray. “I like it.”

“You are welcome to use it any time you like.” For a brief insane moment, I considered moving her into my suite. But I hadn’t shared my living space with a woman since my marriage, and even that hadn’t lasted long. As soon as Lucia became pregnant, she moved to the opposite end of the castello, into the room Francesca currently used.

I did not want to repeat my mistakes.

Taking the soap, I worked up a lather in my hands and pulled her back against my chest. I soaped her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She wound her arms around my head, giving me her weight and full access to her luscious body. Cazzo, she was gorgeous. Any runway in Milan would be lucky to have her. I knew many designers and could get her a job with the snap of my fingers, if she wished.

I reached for her clit, stroking and circling with two fingertips, loving the way she responded to me. Never had a lover been so in tune with what I needed, her cravings a perfect match to my own. Francesca’s submission was the sweetest I’d ever experienced. I felt like a god every time she gave in.

Soon she was panting, her ass rocking against the semi-erect cock between my legs. If she kept that up, I’d fuck her again in the shower, and I knew she had to be sore.

I maneuvered her into the spray and let the water cascade down her sun-kissed skin, while I soaped my own body. Her gaze darted between my legs as I washed my cock and balls, and she started to reach for my groin. “Later,” I rasped. In fact, I planned on fucking her all night, if she had recovered by then.

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