The Lost Mafia Principessa

Part 31

Mature Content not for young readers.

It's friday night at the DaLucca and it's busy as ever. The entire night she thought of this week. How suddenly Raphael had become her boyfriend to how quickly it crumbled away to now. The entire week he worked hard to make up for breaking her Monday. He sent flowers every single day. He picked her up from work and drove her home without questioning her about staying with him. While on the car rides to her place he would strum her wrists and her inner thigh and plant light kisses on her wrists. When he walked her to her door he would gently kiss her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear but he never took her. He never once made the move to fuck her in the car or throw her on her bed. It was nice yet terrifying. It felt like a terrible wonderful mind game. He called in the morning to wake her up and in the evenings before she went to bed. He gave her space yet made her think of him constantly. It was quite distracting.

The tips for the night come to $800 because of how quickly they were able to move tables in and out. At 10pm when she leaves after wiping down tables and helping the kitchen clean up she walks outside to find Raphael waiting for her by the door.

"No car?" She frowns at him.

"Remember you're staying with me on the weekends." He tips her chin to his lips. "That was our arrangement was it not?"

"Umm ok." She breathes out the roller coaster of emotion this week had made her forgetful.

His trickster smile turns to a sarcastic pout. "You've forgotten already?" He asks.

She stays silent looking into his eyes. Her body and heart aches for him to touch her but her mind keeps telling her to be cautious. He kisses her lightly his free hand goes to her hip and he runs his finger along her pant line. The movement makes her stiffen and he pulls away from her to search her eyes. "I was hoping we were past this."

"I'm sorry Raphael. It's...I've...I" he puts his finger on her lips to silence her.

"Let's talk about it at my place." He warns her.

"Ok" she breathes out with relief. Perhaps her words will come to her there. He takes her hand loops his fingers through her's and they make their way to his pent house.

"Have a good evening Mr. Mariano." Says the lady at the front desk. They ride in the elevator in silence his thumb thrums her hand and he eyes her warily as she looks down at her feet trying to come up with the words to tell him where her head is. The door opens and they stride in. He leads her to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of wine. He goes to pour a second for her and she stops him.

"Water is fine." She holds her hand up to stop him.

Raphael eyes her again warily and proceeds to make her a glass of water. As she takes the glass from his hand he continues to watch her. "Tell me what you're thinking Topolina."

She glances at him through her eye lashes and she flits her eyes back down. She can feel his heated gaze on her red cheeks. It's as if he's reading her mind. "My mind says run like hell..." she pauses and looks up at him.

"And everything else?" He asks prompting her. His eyebrows are raised curious to see what her answer is.

"Everything else begs to stay." She's wringing her hands as she stares down at them.

"And is your mind normally the most rational of them all?" He asks tipping her chin to look at him.

She closes her eyes and looks at him sad and confused. "Normally yes but this is the first time that it's been completely rebelled against."

"Hmmm if it's a democracy then it sounds like you stay with me." He purrs seductively.

She breathes out a nervous laugh.