Page 11 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

“C’mon,” he grabs for my arm, “you know I’m just fucking around.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Dante approaching us from the bar. Putting my hand up, I signal for him to stop.

I don’t need him to take care of this for me.

“You don’t get to ghost me and then show back up like nothing has happened.”

“I didn’t ghost you beautiful,” his hands roam over my arms, “Coach had me on two-a-day practices, beautiful. You know how it gets.”

Shaking my head at him, I know he’s full of shit, but tonight I don’t care.

I do care, but fuck it.

While she might not have the soundest of advice, tonight I’m going to listen to Jessica, “The best way to get over guy is to get under another one.”

“Fine…”

“The guys and I have a couch in VIP. Come hang out with us for a while,” he takes my hand and begins to pull me through the crowd.

Half of the lacrosse team is on the other side of the VIP ropes. Thanks to ample bottle service, shots are flowing freely. The guys are taking them two at a time while liberally sharing them with the already drunk girls hanging all over them.

Chad pulls me onto his lap as he sits on the couch. From the view across from us, it is apparent some have already gotten their girls pliable. Hidden from most of the club thanks to the rowdy crowd of teammates, Brett and Mark are currently sharing a blonde. She is bent at the waist, her skirt hiked over her hips and her panties dangling around her ankles. Brett taking her from behind while she sucks off Mark.

Turning my attention away from them, Chad is promptly holding a shot glass to my lips. Without thinking, I down the shot.

Fucking tequila.

Pulling the glass from my lips, Chad is shoving the lime, which is between his lips, into my mouth. I’ve barely shaken the after-burn of the tequila and his tongue plunges into my mouth. His kiss is wet and sloppy, but not nearly as sloppy as the hand he keeps trying to run up my thigh under my skirt.

Breaking the kiss, he spills tequila all over the table preparing two more shots, before putting one in my hand. When I don’t shoot right away, his hand slowly lifts the glass up to my lips encouraging me to take it.

His hands continue to grope my hips and thighs, and I can feel him growing hard underneath me. When I look at him, I am no longer certain if it’s because of me or the show going on across from us.

Kyle has unzipped and is pressing his erection in front of the blonde’s face. Putting Mark in her hand and pumping him, I watch as she takes Kyle into her mouth.

“How many do you think she can take,” his whisper slurs in my ear, turning my stomach, as another guy approaches them and begins rubbing himself through his pants.

Turning his attention back to me, he tries to shove his hand under my shirt as I shove it away, “Do you like watching them? Does it make you wet? Do you see how well she takes all that dick?”

Even as the tequila begins to hit me, it is obvious that the words coming from him are arousing him.

I actually don’t think he gives a shit how this makes me feel - Uncomfortable as fuck.

Sliding me off his lap, I watch as he undoes his zipper and pulls out his erection. He strokes it with his hand as he continues to talk, “I bet you can suck a cock way better than she can. Show me how you suck this dick.”

Fucking really?

I am so caught off guard that he had the gall to say it with a horrible Paul Rudd impression, that he manages to grab the back of my head and shove it towards his dick.

“Chad,” I struggle unsuccessfully to push myself back up against his hand.

“Suck Daddy’s dick.”

DANTE

I let her call me off when I tried to approach, but I cannot stand seeing him with her. Watching the way this douche of a frat boy puts his hands on Venecia makes my blood pump with rage.

I want to be the one putting my hands all over her.

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