Page 13 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

I follow behind him as he carries her out of VIP and over to the bar. Sitting her behind the bar, he whispers to the barkeeper while gesturing to the VIP area. Moments later bouncers are pulling the guys out of the VIP area and towards the back of the club.

“You’re going to be okay,” Dante bends down to the blonde, “Sarah is going to keep an eye on you until the cops get here.”

Standing up, his bloodied hand wraps around mine and pulls me against his hard, sweaty body. His bare skin radiates warmth against me as he leads me from the club.

It isn’t until we reach the car that he finally says anything to me, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I shake my head.

His eyes narrow at my response and my body is immediately against the car. He cages me in with his arms, leaving us just inches apart.

“Fuck, Venecia,” he growls at me, closing the distance between us and using his body to wedge me against the car, “You can’t put yourself in those kinds of situations.”

“You did your job,” her voice flat as she responds, “Nothing happened.”

Rough scruff brushes against my jaw before he growls in my ear, “Plenty happened. Watching him touch you, I could have fucking killed him. The thought of any man touching you, it fucking infuriates me.”

His hands grab mine, pinning them over my head as he continues to bury his face in my neck, “No man is good enough to touch you, and we both know that none of them could give you what you want. What you need.”

“What is it I want?” my words slow and aching as my chest heaves against his bare skin, and I press my neck into his touch. His thigh presses between my legs and rubs against my center, only furthering my need for more of his touch.

“Someone to worship you,” his lips run up the side of my neck, “To please you. To put your pleasure before their own.”

“Someone who will make you beg, instead of just giving you whatever you want,” his lips dust over mine, “but will never leave you wanting.”

“Someone,” I breathe deep and swallow hard before the breathy words leave my mouth, “like you?”

“Hey,” an authoritative voice yells as a flashlight shines on us, “Ma’am, everything okay?”

Dante releases my hands and steps back from me, my body suddenly cold without his warmth pressed against me.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes. Yes, officer. Everything is fine.”

“Take it somewhere else then,” he calls back.

Dante nods at him as he opens my door to the car, his face and demeanor instantly transformed back to the professional bodyguard with no feelings. Climbing into the backseat it is apparent that he will not be doing anything to alleviate this ache he created between my legs.

The ride home in silence only solidifies that whatever that moment was, it is gone now.

DANTE

Everyone else went to bed hours ago. Since they left, I have been sitting in the study by myself reading and nursing a glass of whiskey.

More accurately, blindly holding a book in my hands as I think about my hands and lips all over her body as it was pressed between me and the car.

Looking down at my watch, it’s nearly two in the morning. I didn’t realize just how long I have been sitting here alone.

Deciding I should probably get some sleep before everyone wakes in the morning, I set my book on the coffee table. After placing my glass in the kitchen sink, I quietly make my way upstairs as to not wake anyone.

Reaching the landing, I vaguely hear a faint whimper coming from down the hall. My shoes tap on the hardwood floor as I walk down the near silent hallway. After taking a few steps, I pick up my pace when I realize that the muffled cries are coming from Venecia’s room. I am about to barge through the slightly ajar door when I find the source of my concern.

The cause of my concern is more deadly than I could have imagined.

Venecia is laying on her bed. Her left knee is up, the other has fallen to the side, and the sheets have been pulled down so that they are pooling low around her thighs, granting me unfettered access to this unauthorized view of her body.

I should leave, give her the privacy she is expecting to have, but I can’t turn away.

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