Page 14 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

I’ve been dreaming about this woman coming for weeks.

I need what she is showing me, even if she isn’t intending to..

Heavy breaths and quiet whimpers continue to come from her. The moonlight filtering through the window glistens over her bare skin accentuating her curves and toned muscles. Her back is arched, and her ample breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her fingers are working fervently between the slit of her shaved pussy, mercilessly rubbing her clit. Her movements quickly causing her whimpers to become quiet, breathy cries of pleasure.

As I stand in the doorway, watching the deviously forbidden things I have been dreaming about and masturbating to for weeks, my cock grows against the confines of my pants. The sudden need to stroke my cock to relieve the pressure is nearly painful. Rubbing my palm against the aching bulge in my pants, Venecia slowly turns her face towards the door. When her gaze meets the door, it feels as though Venecia’s eyes meet mine. That they are staring straight into mine, urging me to watch and as her hips grind relentlessly against her hand.

From the darkness of the hallway, she can’t see me. Can she?

Those blue eyes stay fixated on the gap in the door. Her thighs squeezing together as she comes hard against her own hand, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she tries to silence her screams.

“Dante…,” my name slowly whispers from her mouth as she continues to writhe against her fingers, punishing her sensitive clit while she rides out her orgasm.

My cock twitches beneath my palm as I watch her come, and I can feel the wetness of precum on my tip.

Venecia’s hand reaches for the sheet, and I swear she smirks at me as she pulls it over body. In turn, I take a startled step backwards.

Did she know I was here the whole fucking time?

Turning and quickly crossing the hallway, I step into my room. Pushing the door shut behind me, I free my cock and immediately provide myself the relief I so desperately need.

It isn’t until my cum splatters across my hand that I realize while I can make myself come, I can’t actually provide myself the relief I am seeking.

Chapter Eleven

VENECIA

It sounds as though everyone that works for my father has been filtering into this house since before dawn, making it nearly impossible to sleep. Since this is the first time I have been awake for breakfast in weeks, I quickly shower, dress and head downstairs.

Making my way down the stairs, my opinion of all the noise wasn’t exactly wrong. There are tons of guys, some I have met before and some I have never even seen, standing and chattering loudly amongst themselves, throughout the downstairs hall.

“Abbassa i toni,”Papa calls over everyone, “Quiet down.”

All these loud, boisterous men are immediately silent and their attention promptly turned to him.

“This shit ends now,” his voice bellows throughout the hall, “This family will not be seen as weak. If we don’t know which family is behind this, fuck ‘em all!”

I watch as Ava squeezes closer against my brother, Lorenzo. While she hasn’t been with this family long, I think she is the only other person who shows any emotion at Papa’s words. The concerned look on her face mirrors mine.

“Fuck ‘em all,” Papa repeats, “We hit them all on Monday. The Russians. The Armenians. The Triad. The Yakuza. Fucking all of them. Take the weekend, get your families situated. Monday night, we go to war.”

After a few minutes of quiet, side conversations, nearly everyone has filtered out of the hallway, leaving as Papa had commanded. The only people left standing with me are Lorenzo, Ava, Papa, Luca, Carlo…and Dante.

Dante stands with this family as though he is as much a part of it as my brothers.

Papa looks at Dante approvingly, as though over the past few weeks he has proved himself worthy of being part of this family.

“Because I don’t quite trust you to follow my instructions,” Papa turns to me, “Dante will be watching over you until these things are situated.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I huffs back at him.

“I don’t kid about the safety of my family. He will be taking you out of town to some place safe this afternoon.”

“Seriously. I have shit planned for this week. Can’t he just continue to keep an eye on me around here?”

“Venecia,” Papa’s voice loud and firm, “This is not up for debate. I suggest you go pack a bag.”

“Fucking bullshit,” I mumble under my breath before heading upstairs.

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