Mafia Mistress by Mila Finelli

Chapter Eleven

Francesca

We heardthe helicopter before we saw it.

“I cannot fucking believe it,” Giulio murmured as the sleek black helicopter approached the yacht.

“Who is that?”

But even as I asked the question, I knew. I knew.

He was here, though for what reason I couldn’t say. Giulio and I hadn’t done anything wrong and I hadn’t tried to escape.

“Come on.” Giulio stood and held out his hand to help me up. We walked to the front, toward the helipad, and waited for the helicopter to touch down.

Fausto emerged first, all rugged windswept Italian beauty, but then he turned to help another guest climb out. Katarzyna.

Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, my stomach knotted painfully. I had a sinking feeling that knot was jealousy, which was absolutely unacceptable. There was no need to complicate this situation with a reality-show level of unnecessary drama. I was merely upset that our private day had been ruined by the man I least wanted to see.

Liar.

Dressed in a gauzy see-through wrap, Katarzyna clung to his arm as they approached. Fausto was still dressed in his usual suit. Did the man ever wear anything else? I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but I could feel the weight of his stare on me.

“Ciao!” Katarzyna said brightly as she leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Hope you don’t mind that we’ve come to join you.”

Giulio frowned at his father, not saying anything, so I forced a smile for the other woman. “Not at all. It’s not like the boat isn’t big enough for everyone.”

Giulio asked his father for a word, so the two of them moved aside and began speaking rapid Italian. I could tell Giulio was angry, but Fausto’s expression was unreadable.

“I hate when they do that,” Katarzyna said. “Let’s go get some drinks and sit by the pool.”

She walked through the yacht as if she’d been here a hundred times before, which I supposed she had. The crew all seemed to know her as she waved at them. I followed, unsure why I didn’t like her when she’d done absolutely nothing wrong to me. I vowed to get along today even if I couldn’t stop thinking about her in bed with Ravazzani.

When we reached the pool area, she whipped off her cover up revealing a body that models in Milan would kill for. Long limbs, a flat stomach, and no cellulite or extra flab to speak of. Has she eaten a single carb since puberty?

Stop being so petty. What is wrong with you?

“Your suit is gorgeous.” I gestured to her black one piece with cutouts on the side.

“Thank you. It’s La Perla. A gift from Fausto.”

A sour taste in my mouth made it hard to speak. “How nice.”

“Yours is nice too. You can never go wrong with a plain bikini. Let’s get drinks. Alex makes the best margaritas.”

Alex? I stretched out on my deck chair and tried not to feel intimidated. After all, I might have years of dealing with Katarzyna ahead of me. Depressed at the thought, I tilted my face toward the sun and pretended I was alone.

A few minutes later Giulio returned and retook the chair beside me. “Ciao, Katarzyna. Come va?”

“Good. What about you, Giulio? Are you behaving today?” She smirked like she had a secret, but her attention was diverted when a crew member arrived for drink orders.

Giulio scowled and stared at the water, so I nudged his leg with my foot. When he looked at me, I sent him a questioning glance. He leaned over and said quietly, “My father was worried that I would take advantage of you out here. That I would anticipate the wedding night.”

My jaw fell open. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I wish I were.”

“Aw, you two are adorable,” Katarzyna said, pointing at me and Giulio. “I can’t wait until the wedding. I have already picked out my dress.”

That sickening feeling returned in the pit of my stomach and I reached for my melted mai tai. It was then that movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, and all the air left my lungs in a rush.

Clad in only small white swim trunks, Fausto walked toward us, the rest of his incredible body on full display for the first time. Muscles roped across a lean frame covered by golden skin, while wide shoulders sat atop a broad chest decorated with the perfect amount of dark hair. His stomach was trim, his legs long. He moved gracefully, confidently, the king of everything around him, the bulge between his legs shifting with every step.

I. Was. Deceased.

It was too much. My heart was pounding like I’d just run a race, and thank God I was already sitting down. As it was, I shifted on my deck chair, feeling a rush of heat all over that had nothing to do with the sun. I swear his gaze dipped to my breasts, and when I glanced down I could see why. My nipples were poking through the thin fabric of my suit. I swallowed and focused on my drink.

“There you are,” Katarzyna cooed at Fausto. “I was just telling Frankie and Giulio how adorable they are.”

He lowered himself to the open deck chair, mouth flat and unforgiving. “Were you?”

Katarzyna grabbed the sun tan lotion off the table and crawled onto his chair. “Let me put some lotion on your back, baby.”

Fausto didn’t argue, merely leaned forward and made room for her behind him. I swore he looked directly at me the entire time Katarzyna slathered his body with slick lotion, her hands rubbing it into his skin like it was a life-saving antidote. Envy crawled its way into my throat. I had to force my eyes elsewhere, or risk saying or doing something really stupid.

“I’m going swimming,” Giulio announced, then stepped to the side of the yacht and dove off into the water.

Nice. We weren’t even married yet and he’d already abandoned me.

Wait, yet? What was I thinking? I would never marry Giulio. I would escape Italy and I would never see the Ravazzanis again.

Closing my eyes, I tilted my face to the sun and tried to block out everything else in my life. I was on a beautiful ship in the most beautiful place in the world. Who knew when the opportunity would arise again once I left Siderno?

“Francesca,” Ravazzani snapped. “When was the last time you put on lotion?”

The first words he spoke to me today were about my suntan? “I’m good,” I said without opening my eyes.

“That was not what I asked.”

I lifted my sunglasses to pin him with an annoyed stare. “Why do you care?”

That apparently wasn’t the right answer because his face darkened as his body went still. Even Katarzyna appeared shocked. “I care,” he said, “because I do not want you sunburned for the wedding.”

Everything inside me longed to scream and throw things at him, but I would lose in any fight with this man—for now. So I dropped my sunglasses back in place and closed my eyes again. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Do as I say or—”

He didn’t finish because crew members arrived with our drinks—margaritas for Katarzyna, Giulio, and me, white wine for Ravazzani. I ignored the other couple while Katarzyna chatted on, though I noticed his responses were limited to only one or two words. Why did she put up with him? He couldn’t be that good in bed.

Please. You know he’s a god in bed.

Ugh. I couldn’t start imagining it, not here. Not ever.

Giulio finally returned and shook like a dog, raining water down on me. I yelped, the cold droplets surprising me, and tried to push him away. “You rat!”

Katarzyna chuckled. “See? Cute,” she said and draped her arms over Ravazzani’s shoulders.

I hated watching them together. I had no claim on him—and I definitely hated him for trapping me in Italy—yet I wanted to slap Katarzyna’s hands off his body. How in the hell did that make any sense?

Standing, I pushed Giulio over the side of the boat in retaliation. He hit the water with a splash and came up sputtering. I smirked down at him. “That’s what you get, G.”

He grinned. “Come swim with me again.”

“Fine—but first promise not to pull me under any more.”

“Te lo prometto.”

I sprinted toward the end of the platform and jumped into the water.

* * *

Fausto

I made a mistake in bringing Katarzyna.

Needing this to look like a social outing, I had asked my mantenuta to come along. I hadn’t seen her since the night at the castello and she always loved the boat. Yet it was clear from Francesca’s expression that she didn’t care for Katarzyna.

Jealousy, perhaps?

That seemed unlikely, given Francesca’s general dislike of me. More likely Katarzyna’s habit of never knowing when to be quiet had rubbed Francesca the wrong way. But I noticed the way Francesca’s nipples had puckered when I walked out on the deck in my swim trunks. She might not like me, but she was attracted to me.

Something changed between us the night she tried to escape. I read the lust in her eyes, saw the flush on her cheeks. She’d practically been panting when she held the gun on me. My talk of fucking against a wall had aroused her even more.

She was no innocent, and my suspicions about her proved to be correct at every turn. I had a feeling that this girl liked it rough. Just as I did.

And I was dying to find out.

As much as I tried to tell myself otherwise, I was burning with the need to possess her, to keep her for myself. Two days I had avoided her and it wasn’t working. I was just as obsessed, just as desperate to have her as before. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. My days were spent watching video of her in the winery, the stables. Even with the damn lambs.

Basically, I was fucked.

She was supposed to be for my son, the woman who would bear the next generation of Ravazzani leaders. So I had hoped seeing them together today would change my mind. That it would convince me to stay away from her and stick with my original plan of marrying her to Giulio. Rid me of this shameful craving for a girl young enough to be my daughter.

And then I saw her in that tiny bikini.

Cristo santo, her body was incredible. Soft rounded curves of creamy skin and an ass that I longed to bite. The small triangles of her top barely covered her glorious tits, and I wanted nothing more than to peel back that fabric and suck on her nipples. It was more than her body, however, Her fearless attitude, the way she stood up to me, turned me on. I wanted to control her, to make her beg for me.

Katarzyna pressed against my back, regaining my attention. “Do you want to go in and fuck?” Direct and to the point. That was what I liked best about her.

Did I want to fuck Katarzyna? As I watched Francesca splash in the water with Giulio, I knew the answer. “No.”

“Then do you mind if I go swim?”

“Of course not. Have fun.”

I pulled out my phone and pretended to work as the three of them swam in the water. Katarzyna mostly took selfies from the edge of the platform for her social media, while Giulio and Francesca laughed as they played together. The two didn’t treat each other like lovers. They acted like siblings, if I was honest. They laughed and teased, while maintaining a respectful distance.

It didn’t make sense. Didn’t he want to fuck her? It was the very reason I’d ordered the helicopter readied and joined them today, because I hadn’t been able to stand the thought that they might be screwing. But he kept a friendly mood between them, joking with her like a brother—not a lover.

You’re obsessed with her.

Giulio’s words from earlier haunted me. First Marco, now my son. They all saw what this girl was doing to me. She was turning me inside out. Ever since I caught her climbing over that wall, I’ve been panting after her.

The feeling was not abating, either. The craving was growing worse by the minute, haunting my every waking thought. My dreams, too. I dreamed of chasing her through the vineyards until I caught her, pinned her to the rough earth and fucked her senseless.

Something had to give, and I knew what I had to do.

I had to keep her.

She would balk at the role of mantenuta, but I would bring her around. She wasn’t interested in marriage, anyway. As my mistress, I could give her the world on a platter. Money, trips, cars...whatever she wanted. It was a coveted position in my world, with power and prestige. Not as much as a wife, of course, but she would be untouchable when I gave her my protection. Then when I tired of her, I would send her back to Toronto or wherever her sexy ass desired. I’d buy her a house or apartment anywhere in the world.

There were plenty of other women—Italian daughters of the ’ndrina—who Giulio could marry. Mancini wouldn’t like it, but he wouldn’t dare cross me. I was too powerful, and I could do whatever I wanted to Francesca without retribution. It wasn’t like she was a virgin.

I watched her juicy ass as she dove under the water and I licked my lips. I couldn’t wait to slap that bottom. To watch it bounce as I fucked her from behind.

My dick began to lengthen in my trunks. Minchia! I could not get an erection right now. Standing, I decided to go make a few phone calls at the other end of the boat. The privacy there made it easier to get work done, and if I studied Francesca any longer I was likely to do something stupid.

When I finished my calls, the light had started to fade. I decided to get Katarzyna and take the helicopter back to the castello. After I changed back into my suit, I crossed the salon and found Francesca emerging from the toilet. She adjusted the top of her suit, giving me a flash of nearly an entire globe of flesh, and lust gathered in my groin.

“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.”

Leaving her there, I strode out to the pool area. Giulio and Katarzyna were looking at something on her phone and laughing. “Katarzyna, andiamo. We must go.”

They both glanced up and Giulio’s gaze darted behind me. I assumed Francesca had now reappeared on deck and Giulio was noticing we’d been inside together. I would need to have a talk with my son back home.

Katarzyna gathered her things and kissed Giulio’s cheeks. “Don’t forget to tag me,” she said and then came toward me. “Everything all right?”

“I need to get back.”

“Bye, Frankie,” Katarzyna said to the woman standing behind me.

I kept my eyes on my son. “My office when you return.” He nodded once, probably aware of what I wanted to tell him. Would he warn Francesca? I hoped so. It would make it even harder to win her over...and I relished a challenge when it came to this woman.

Soon we were in the helicopter headed back to my estate. Katarzyna was suspiciously quiet. I had learned the best way to do these things was directly, with no ambiguity. “This between us? It is over.”

Katarzyna didn’t appear all that surprised. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

That was none of her business and she knew me well enough not to expect an answer. “I’ll get you that property in Portofino you wanted.”

“And a diamond bracelet.”

I nodded. “I wish you the best, Katarzyna. If you need help, you only need ask.”

“Thank you, Fausto.” She played with the ties on her cover up. “Want me to suck your cock one last time?”

The idea didn’t tempt me in the least. “No, that’s not necessary.”

She sighed. “God, I will miss you. Well, I will miss your big dick.”

My lips twitched, but I said nothing. I wouldn’t miss her and we both knew it.

“I hope she is ready. You are not a man most women can handle.”

Francesca was strong, perhaps stronger than she even realized. She would be able to handle me. And it would be fun to teach her how....