Page 71 of Mafia Mistress

She inspected my shampoo, bringing the bottle to her nose. “This smells amazing.”

“Che buon profumo.”

Her lips tilted. “Are you teaching me Italian?”

“Yes. Do you have another lesson today?

“No, tomorrow.”

“In Italiano.”

She began washing her hair, so I reached and moved her hands out of the way so that I could do it. “Dimmi.”

“You are being so extra right now.”

I knew what that meant from my son, so I smacked her ass lightly. “Tell me or I will put you over my knees and spank you harder,” I said in Italian, knowing she’d never know what I was saying.

“It’s not a punishment to hear you speak Italian and not understand you.”

I liked that she found my language arousing. I decided to help her. “No, domani.”

“No, domani,” she repeated in an accent far more Canadian than Italian.

“You’ll learn. You will be ready to tell me to fuck you in Italian very soon.”

“Teach me how to say that,” she said as she moved under the spray to rinse her hair.

“Ti prego, scopami. Sono la tua puttanella.”

“You said more than ‘fuck me.’”

I grabbed her waist and pulled her wet body flush to mine. I said, ‘Please fuck me. I am your little slut.’”

“Oh, God.” Her fingers threaded through my hair, her eyelids hooded. “Why is that so hot?”

“Because you like it dirty, just like I do.” I pushed her against the tile and ate at her mouth, devouring her as I thrust my tongue inside. She kissed me back, meeting me eagerly, and my balls were heavy again with the need to have her. Cristo santo, what was she doing to me? If I weren’t careful this girl would make me weak.

Besides, I didn’t have time for this. The break I had taken to fuck her earlier was already pushing it. I couldn’t stay longer. There were arrangements to be made for the meeting this afternoon.

With regret, I broke away but didn’t let her go. I stared down into her beautiful eyes, her lashes like wet spikes, and held onto her jaw. “On the boat today is a meeting. It is supposed to be friendly, which is why I am bringing you. But this man is no friend, capisce? He will have a woman with him, as well, so I need you to be respectful at all times. This is a test, Francesca.”

The haze of desire faded from her expression, her gaze growing hard. She didn’t like what I was telling her, which is what I had expected, but I didn’t care. She gave herself to me, and there was no going backward.

“What if I fail your test? Will you send me home?”

“No. I’ll take you down to the dungeon and let you spend a few hours there until you learn your place.”

She gasped, a flash of fear crossing her face. “You wouldn’t.”

I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know it. “I told you, I am keeping you until I am done with you, Francesca Mancini.”

I pushed through the glass door and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I heard her mumbled curse words all the way out to my closet. “You have an hour to prepare yourself, monella. And do not wear the black bikini.”

Only I was allowed to see her in that tiny scrap of a suit from now on. Francesca was mine, and I’d kill any man who tried to take her from me.

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Francesca

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