Page 10 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“No,” I bark back at her, “I am being a fucking adult about things, but no, I can’t just fucking let it go and move on.”

From the sound of her breathing, it is apparent that she startled at my angered response.

“Not touching you, trying to keep my eyes off you,” an angry sigh expels from my lungs, “that is me being the fucking adult.”

“Dante,” her voice soft and hesitant.

“No, this time I’m not done,” I interrupt her, “I look at you every fucking chance I get. I can barely fucking take my eyes off you. And it’s not that I don’t want to touch you, Venecia. It’s that I fucking can’t. Touching your skin, holding you against me, and feeling those pouty fucking lips against mine are the only fucking things I think about.

“Then…”

“I can’t touch you,” the words fueled with the ache I’ve been trying to hide for weeks, “I don’t trust myself to touch even an inch of your perfect fucking skin and manage to restrain myself from owning every last part of your body.”

“What if,” she hesitates, the fear of what she intends to say trembles through her words as she speaks, “What if I said, ‘I’m not stopping you?’”

The words are no sooner out of her mouth and my head is snapping around to look at her.

I have to see her face, to look into her eyes.

“What if,” my eyes lock on hers and I watch as her chest heaves and her breath hitches, “if I want you as badly as you want me?”

Those words, coupled with the look in her eyes, has my heart racing. My aching cock is throbbing against my zipper with every thump of heart.

“What being pressed against your body with your hands all over me is the only thing I think about?”

My hands grip the seat backs and I lean between them as I prepare to climb into the backseat with her, “Vene-.”

The car behind us obnoxiously honks their horn, simultaneously interrupting me and bringing me back to the reality I need to face.

Turning around, I notice that the car behind us is honking because the traffic light has turned green. Grabbing the steering wheel, I put my focus back on the road and accelerate through the intersection.

The uncomfortable silence has returned to the car, and I cannot bring myself to look at her. I manage only to steal a glimpse or two in the mirror.

The reality that she is off-limits, definitely for a guy like me, hits me and I let out a dismal sigh, “You know we can’t.”

Chapter Nine

VENECIA

It was better when I thought he hated me, and he couldn’t look at me. Knowing that he can’t stand to be around me because he wants me is torture.

Every fleeting glance causes my pulse to race and my mind to flood. Thoughts of him touching me and having his way with me while wondering if he’s thinking the same has my panties constantly dampened with my arousal.

While I’ve tried to bring it up again, he promptly ends the discussion with a pained version of, “we can’t.”

Needing to get him out of my head, I convinced Jessica to head out to the clubs with me. In her normal fashion, she ditched me for some guy she met on the dance floor a few hours later.

It’s fine though,the thumbing beat from the DJ booth has me in my own little world as I dance alone on the dance floor. I’m so checked out from all of my thoughts that I don’t even notice when he sneaks up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Turning around, I am met with his face leaning down to kiss me. Pushing him from my body, “Are you fucking kidding me? How fucking drunk are you?”

His hands stretch out towards me, grabbing my hips and aggressively pulling me back towards his body.

“You know you missed your Daddy.”

“Gross Chad,” I shove him again, “you know how I feel about that shit.”

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