FUCK PAD ~~~

VALENTINA POV

He nudged my face toward his and gave me a tender kiss, one so soft and sweet that my knees nearly buckled. “I like this word on your lips,” he said. “I like it a lot.”

I had to think back. Oh, the endearment. It had slipped out of my mouth naturally, as if I’d called him that for years. Sliding out of his arms, I grabbed for the soap, hoping to hide my embarrassment and horror. It was way too soon for me to be calling him names like that, names that people in serious loving relationships used. I wasn’t staying and this was not a loving relationship.

Thankfully, he didn’t push it. Soon we stepped out and dried off with thick towels. Strangely quiet, he took my hand and led me toward the terrace. I dragged him to a stop. “Don’t we need suits?”

He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “No, we don’t. No one will see.” I soon discovered why. One half of the upper terrace was surrounded by Italian cypress trees, giving privacy to the jacuzzi.

Probably countless women had been here to soak with him, and an irrational jealousy swamped me as I slid into the warm water. “Is it too hot?” he asked as he climbed in next to me. “No, it’s perfect.”

“Then why are you frowning, piccolina?” I had nothing to lose by asking him. Perhaps in learning how not special I was to him would help prevent any feelings from developing. The last thing I needed was to fall in love with Rafael Ravazzani. “Do you bring women here often?”

He reached over, lifted me and settled me on his lap. “Why? Would it bother you?”

“No, but I am curious. It seems like the perfect fuck pad.”

“Fuck pad?”

“Place where you bring women to fuck.” He shook his head, his chest shaking with suppressed laughter. “Valentina , I don’t need a special place fuck women. I can fuck wherever I like.”

Hadn’t he already proven that with me? The stables, the dining room…. “I get it. You’re a man whore. Congratulations.” I tried to push him away, needing space.

His arms tightened around me. “Wait. I did not mean to upset you.” He kissed my neck, my jaw. Then he nibbled on my earlobe. “I haven’t brought a woman here for a long time. Not since the last time someone tried to kill me.”

Gasping, I leaned back to see his face. “Kill you! What? When?” His expression said I was naive for even being surprised. “There have been four attempts to kill me since I took over, the most recent six years ago. It’s why I stick to the castello as much as possible.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. Four attempts on his life? “Were you hurt?”

“My car blew up, but the detonator went off early. I was thrown back and suffered a concussion, nothing more.” I gaped at him. “Oh, my God. That is terrible.”

The edge of his mouth hitched. “I like to see you worried about me. It makes my dick hard.” He kissed me, long licks of his tongue against mine, and sure enough his cock thickened underneath me. How could he get aroused so soon? Didn’t men of a certain age need some sort of recovery period? When we broke apart, I said, “Everything makes your dick hard.”

“True. But only around you these days, it seems.”

“If people are always trying to kill you, then why did you come to Rome?”

“To see you. I couldn’t wait.” He put his arms on the back of the jacuzzi and closed his eyes. “Believe me, Marco had a fit. He nearly restrained me to keep me in Siderno.”

“He’s right. You shouldn’t have come, if it’s dangerous.” I would never forgive myself if something happened to him here. “If I die, it would have been worth it to see you in that red bodysuit.”

“Rafael ! It’s not a joke.” He slid a hand to cup my breast, his eyes still closed. “It is no joke. You are the sexiest, hottest women I have ever had. If I died tonight, I would be happy, with no regrets.”

How was he so evil and so sweet at the same time? I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t strong enough to resist this man. He was undoing me, bit by bit, unravelling me and putting me together as someone new. Someone stronger, more confident. I wasn’t certain I liked it, but I also didn’t hate it.

I melted against him, clinging to his big body as the bubbles swirled around us. Emotion filled my chest and wrapped around my heart, so much that I felt ready to burst. Leaning in, I kissed his neck. “Baby,” I whispered near his ear, letting that one word hung, the sound filled with everything I dared not voice aloud.

“Dolcezza,” he whispered back, and I swore I could hear emotion in his voice, too. We stayed there until our skin wrinkled. When I yawned, he lifted me and stood, water cascading off our bodies. “Come. Let me put you to bed.”

“We’re staying here tonight?”

“I thought you might like to stay in Roma one more day. We can go back tomorrow afternoon.” I liked the idea of sleeping together in the same bed. Was Rafael a cuddler? He set me on my feet and dried me off with a towel first, wrapping it around me carefully before he found a towel for himself.

His muscles shifted and bunched as he moved the cloth over his fit frame. He was the hottest DILF I had ever seen. I would have to search for a comparable nickname in Italian, a pet name I could call him during sex. I found my phone and brought it into his bedroom, where I discovered him frowning at whatever he was reading on his phone.

“What is it?” I asked, the knowledge that someone had tried to blow him up with a car bomb fresh in my mind. “Nothing,” he muttered as he typed back. “Something I will deal with tomorrow.” Then he set his phone on the nightstand and stretched out on the bed.

“Do you ever get a day off?” I plugged my phone in to charge and set it on the nightstand closest to me before laying down. “Over here,” he ordered, holding his arm out, his eyes closed. He knows I’ll obey. And God help me, I did. I scooted to his side and sighed when he nestled me close to his warm, hard body.

“No, I don’t,” he answered. “Too much depends on me. But I can take a break every now and again, like tonight.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll get up early and work a few hours before you wake up. Then I’ll bring you caffé in bed and fuck you again.”

I grinned and closed my eyes. That sounded like heaven.