Page 86 of Mafia Mistress

I couldn’t move, my feet rooted to the ground, as Fausto stood and buttoned his jacket, looking more delicious than any of the gelato I’d eaten today. I gaped at him as he came toward me. “You’re here.”

He slid a hand onto my hip and cradled my jaw with the other. I was coming to learn this was his favorite way to hold me, not that I was complaining. His mouth touched mine in a soft kiss full of promise. “Ciao, dolcezza.”

“I can’t believe it.” I skimmed my hands up his chest until I could wrap them around his neck. He smelled like his fancy Italian soap, a combination of lemon and bergamot. “When did you get here?”

“Not long ago.” He moved a hand lower to cup my ass, bringing our hips together. “I left just after you sent me that video.”

Oh. I bit my lip. “That explains why you never responded.”

“Never has a man wrapped up his work so rapidly to get to his woman as I did this afternoon.”

His woman. I liked the sound of that. Probably too much.

I looked over my shoulder. “Did you—” No one was there. “Wait, where did Giulio go?”

“Where does any young man go in Rome after his father tells him to go away?”

“You told Giulio to go away? That’s not very nice.”

Fausto trailed his lips over my jaw and down my neck, my skin pebbling everywhere. God, he was here five minutes and my panties were already soaked.

“I want you to myself tonight,” he whispered. “I plan to take my time while I punish you for teasing me.”

I knew his punishment would really be a reward. “Did you like watching me masturbate, capo?”

He growled deep in his chest. “I came twice while watching it over and over today. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.”

“I will happily do it for you live any time you like.”

“Not to worry. I will have you do that soon. But not tonight. Tonight I plan to fuck you until you can’t take any more.”

He kissed me then, not the gentle greeting of a moment ago, but an attack on my mouth. He devoured me, robbing me of breath while he thrust his tongue deep inside to tangle with mine. I sagged against him, caught up in the give and take between us, the frenzy that had pushed us together in the first place. I needed him desperately. My head was spinning with chemicals and endorphins, a purely physical reaction that only this man had ever caused within me.

“Cazzo, Francesca,” he said when we broke apart. “I want to strip you naked and fuck you right here on the stone and dirt.”

“The apartment is across the street,” I panted, clinging to him.

“Later. First I want to spoil you with the best food in Roma. Come, let’s sit.” He took my hand and led me to the small table. Wine had already been poured and a small candle sat in the middle. Fausto helped me into my seat and then took his own.

Leaning in, he said, “Sei mozzafiato. I like you in red.”

Something occurred to me. “Did you tell Giulio to have me wear this?”

“My son has been keeping me updated throughout the day. Did you think I wasn’t interested?”

I picked up my wine glass. “I thought you were busy.”

“I was, but I am never too busy for you. Especially when I know what you are wearing underneath that dress.”

“Maybe I won’t let you see it,” I teased.

His lips curved in the most sinfully arrogant way. “I could order you to strip right here and deep throat my dick and we both know you would do it gladly.”

I tried not to choke on my wine as I swallowed. God, that sounded hot.

Fausto chuckled at my reaction and relaxed in his chair just as the woman from earlier returned, a plate in each hand. One was parma ham and the other fried anchovies, which I’d never had before but were surprisingly delicious.

“Tell me what you think of Roma,” Fausto asked as he poured more wine. “Giulio said you liked the apartment.”

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