Page 90 of Mafia Mistress

It was more than that, though. It was Fausto. He turned me inside out, made me do and say things I never would otherwise. Then he rewarded me in return. There were no losers, because I made him crazy, too.

His hand swept down my back, removing the ruined bodysuit. I smirked against his chest. “You weren’t kidding when you said to buy four of those.”

“I ordered you to buy five, but Giulio said the store only had three in stock. So the others are being shipped to the castello.”

I blinked up at him. “You had Giulio order more lingerie for me?”

“Of course. Do you think this embarrasses me?” He huffed, his lips quirking. “My son knows we are fucking, Francesca.”

“Maybe it embarrasses me, you stronzo.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my mouth. “It shouldn’t. The entire estate knows you belong to me.”

God, how mortifying. I had known it, but hearing him say the words had my skin going up in flames. “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” I pushed up and he let me go.

I got to my feet and his come started to run down the insides of my thighs. Of course, Fausto didn’t miss this, either. Sitting up, his mouth curved wickedly as he reached out and ran a finger through the mess. “See? You belong to me.”

He held the same finger up to my mouth, and without thinking I opened my lips, allowing him to slide it inside. The salty taste flooded my tongue and I sucked his skin clean. Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes, the same look he got when I said I was his little slut.

I can play your game, too.

I wasn’t the only one drowning in whatever was happening between us. Fausto was equally caught up.

“And you belong to me,” I said when his finger left my mouth.

“My dick belongs to you, monella. Now, let’s shower and sit in the jacuzzi.”

Taking my hand, he led me to the master suite. He left me in the large tiled bathroom while he warmed up the jacuzzi on the terrace. I slipped into the shower after using the toilet and began soaping up. A naked Fausto soon joined me, his body on glorious display. “How do you stay in such good shape?” I asked as I rinsed my hair.

“I run every morning.”

“You have a gym?”

“I do. You’re welcome to use it any time you like. There’s a pool, too.”

“Why didn’t I know this?”

He moved me out of the way so he could get under the spray. “Because you spend most of your time outside with the plants and lambs.”

True, I did.

“I like learning about the vineyard and the farm. It’s fascinating.”

“I hadn’t pictured you as a gardener and a farmer. I thought you’d prefer the indoors.”

I smoothed some conditioner on my hair and told him the truth. “I accidentally locked myself in a closet when I was nine. Though I screamed and yelled, it took hours for someone to find me, and I was terrified.” I’d wet my pants because I couldn’t hold it any longer, convinced I was going to die in there. It was the worst experience of my life. “After that my mother started taking me outside as much as possible. She taught me about plants and flowers, and I loved spending time outside ever since. I have an entire flower garden at our house in Toronto.”

Fausto paused, his luscious mouth turning into a frown. “This was why the dungeon frightened you so much, no?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He wrapped his arms around me, the spray hitting his back. “I am so sorry, Francesca. Forgive me.”

I slid my hands around his waist, hugging him in return. “I begged you not to leave me down there.”

“I have fucked up twice with you, but I promise there will not be a third.”

Warmth wrapped around my heart at his sincerity. Fausto never bullshitted. He never said anything he didn’t mean. I pressed a kiss between his pecs. “Thank you, baby.”

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