Page 5 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

With his hands wrapped around my body we continue to move together to the music as though our bodies are one. My pulse is racing, my panties are soaked, and my body is on fucking fire from this man holding me against his body. A man I swore only a few hours ago to drive.

The way he holds me and touches me it feels like it has purpose…confidence. Confidence that I have not yet come across with the guys I meet that are my own age.

The hand around my throat tips my head to the side and pulls it back against his shoulder. My lips tremble as I feel his warm breath move from the nape of my neck towards my ear. Those soft lips graze over my earlobe, before stopping against my ear.

“Those guys are gone,” his deep voice trembles through me, “you don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

He turns me around, still holding me tight to his body as he stares down into my eyes.

“Are you good,” he questions in the upmost professional tone.

Nodding my head at him, his hands slide from my body.

“I’ll be over at the bar,” he gestures his head towards the bar, “if you need anything. And if anything goes wrong, I will be right here for you.”

He steps away from me and within seconds he is swallowed by the crowd. My body stands motionless amongst this sea of people, as he disappears, and I no longer feel the warmth of his body against me.

Feeling a body bump into me, I turn to find Jessica.

“You okay,” she questions as she begins to dance against me, “you look like something is off.”

Awkwardly beginning to dance again I respond to her. “Um…yeah,” I lie, “Those guys just creeped me out.”

“What guys?”

Chapter Five

DANTE

Fuck!

Adjusting my semi-hard cock, I keep my eyes on Venecia as I walk back to the bar. Dropping a twenty-dollar bill on the counter to get the bartender’s attention, I order a double of bourbon. As he grabs the bottle from the shelf, I change my order to a club soda. As much as I need it to take the edge off, I am still on the job.

Fuck, the job.

The interaction on the dance floor was not what I had walked over there for. My intention was to intimidate the two guys bothering her without making a scene.

I just couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.

Holding her against me and dancing wasn’t necessary. Those two left as soon as I loomed over them, but I wanted to feel her.

I wanted to hold her body against me to see what she felt like, and I couldn’t stop myself.

What the fuck am I doing?

She’s boss’s daughter; he’d fucking kill me just for thinking about laying a hand on her.

She’s a child for Christ’s sake.

Okay, she’s not a child, but I am old enough to almost be her father.

Standing near the bar, I nurse glass after glass of club soda while keeping a keen eye on Venecia. Her friend disappeared with some guy a few hours ago, but she stayed on the dance floor enjoying herself. The hours have passed by and there are significantly less people here than when we arrived. It is nearly four in the morning when she stops dancing and begins to make her way to the bar. More correctly, she begins to make her way to me.

“Ready to head home, Miss Venecia,” I shout over the music as she approaches me.

She scrunches her nose as she nods back to me. Following a few steps behind her, she leads me through the building and back out to the parking lot. She stops when she realizes she doesn’t know where the car is.

“Over this way,” I gesture around the corner of the building.

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