Page 40 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

Taking a brief sip of my coffee, I watch as Sal slightly arches an inquisitive eyebrow, “With all that has happened and how uncertain things still are, I think it is in her best interest to have someone protecting her when she leaves this house.”

It feels like an eternity that Sal stares back at me before he speaks, “While she is one of the most important things in the world to me, after all you did to keep her safe, I didn’t want you to feel like you were going to be stuck babysitting her.”

“It’s not babysitting, sir,” I politely retort, “It took us a while to get on the same page about things, but I’d like to see this out until it you know it is safe for her again.”

“Good man, Dante,” he nods approvingly at my response, “Get one of the boys the address to the cabin. We’ll get some cleaners up there ASAP to take care of things.”

“I appreciate that.”

“It’s the least I can do for taking care of her.”

If you only knew how I was actually taking care of her, this would be an entirely different conversation.

“You are welcome, and encouraged, to stay here while you continue to protect her.”

“Of course,” I nod back while extending my hand over the desk to shake his hand.

Grabbing my coffee, I return to the kitchen, but Venecia is no longer in there. After rinsing my cup and leaving it in the sink, I head upstairs to my room to unpack the bag I didn’t get to last night.

Opening the door, I am surprised to be greeted by Venecia in nothing but a sheer, black, strappy thong, matching bra, and stilettos. Quickly stepping inside, I scramble to shut and lock the door before anyone sees her in here like this.

“Are you fucking crazy?” I smirk at her.

“I missed having your arms around me while I slept last night,” her hands graze over her stomach before rubbing over her panties, “and I definitely missed having my alarm clock in bed with me this morning.”

“You know we can’t do this here.”

“No, I know we shouldn’t,” her hand grips my firm cock through my pants, “but it’s quite obvious we both want to.”

She lowers herself to her knees, unbuttons my pants and pulls them down until she frees my cock. Looking up at me, she opens her mouth and slowly swallows me to the base.

Fuck, she’s gotten good at this.

My hands gather her hair and hold it in a ponytail as she continues to slide my cock in and out of her throat.

“Cuore mio,” I groan as her tongue swirls around my tip.

VENECIA

Using the grip of my hair, Dante pulls himself from my mouth before helping me to my feet. Taking my mouth, his fingers pull my panties to the side and he slides them inside of me.

“My little whore likes sucking cock,” his fingers pump in and out of me, “you get so fucking wet with my cock deep in your throat.”

Gripping my thighs, he lifts me from the floor. My legs wrapping around his waist as he slides himself inside of me.

“Fuck,” I moan quietly when he bottoms out inside of me.

“Shhhh,” he whispers into my ear as he continues move my body up and down his cock. Working me over him, my legs rhythmically squeeze his waist trying to make him take me faster.

“Is this not enough?” he quickly drops me down over his cock, “Does my little whore need more?”

“Yes,” I groan as he impales me again as he slams my back against the wall and begins vigorously thrusting into me.

My back arches and I bury my face in his neck, trying to muffle my screams as I feel the release I needed building at my core.

“Right there,” he changes the angle of his thrusts and I can’t hold it back any longer.

My fingers tear through the flesh on his back as the orgasm explodes through me, “Oh my god, just like tha-“

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