Page 19 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

Chapter Thirteen

VENECIA

“Yes,” I scream as another orgasm blissfully tears through my body.

“Please,” I cry out in both pleasure and pain-tinged exhaustion. I have lost track of how many times Dante has made me come with his fingers, either on my clit or buried deep inside of me. Every muscle in my body is beginning to feel fatigued from the orgasms spasming through my body.

“There we go,” he says smugly while slowly unfastening his pants, “that sounds like a good girl who is ready and begging for my cock. Show me how well you beg.”

“Please…I need…”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me with your cock.”

Pulling his pants over his hips, he frees his massive erection. His finger was so tight at first; I have no idea how he is going to get that inside of me.

I am so exhausted I can barely breathe, let alone speak as I feel him pulling my leg around his hip so he can settle himself between my thighs. His tip slides over my clit eliciting a moan, before sliding down my slit and resting against my opening, where he pauses.

“Wait,” my voice struggles to push out the word through my exhaustion.

With the tip of his cock resting against me, he waits a moment for me to catch my breath.

“Can you go slow at first,” the words quiet and sheepish as they leave my mouth.

“Don’t worry,” his hand grips my hip, “you can take all of my cock.”

“No,” the word blurts from my mouth, before the rest of my words immediately vomit out, “That’s not it. This is my first time.”

“Your what?” Dante questions while quickly pushing himself off me. He struggles to tuck himself back into his pants, as though he can’t get away from me fast enough. It is like he is utterly repulsed by the words that just spewed from my mouth.

“Fuck,” he grumbles as he picks his shirt up off the ground.

“You need to get dressed,” are the last words he says before closing the door and walking behind the car.

Slowly sitting up, every muscle in my body is screaming. Yet, the tears I am fighting back have nothing to do with how sore my body is. Grabbing the straps to my dress, I watch Dante pace along the side of the car, as my trembling hands slide them over my shoulders. Pulling the dress back over my thighs, it suddenly feels like there isn’t enough fabric to cover me.

After putting on my seatbelt, my arms are wrapping around my body, in an attempt, to cover myself when Dante climbs into the front. Closing the door, he turns the ignition and sits with his hands on the wheel staring straight out the window for a moment before turning to face me.

“I’m sorry,” his words flat and nearly devoid of any emotion as his eyes bore through me, “We can’t do this.”

Shifting his body so that he is facing forward again, he shifts into drive and pulls the SUV back onto the road. We are in complete silence again. The only difference, with the sun having set, it is dark in here and we can no longer see each other in the rearview mirror. I am grateful, because that also means that he cannot see the silent tears currently rolling down my cheeks.

After forty more unbearable minutes of silence, we pull from the asphalt onto a bumpy gravel drive. A few minutes later, we pull through a clearing and I can see the moon reflecting over the lake in front of us. Dante pulls up to a small cabin and parks.

Not wanting him to see my red eyes or splotchy face and know I was crying; I open my door and climb out of the Tahoe. Walking towards the lake, the breeze coming from the water is cool. The thin summer dress not offering much cover and a chill rattles down my spine.

“Are you okay?” the proximity of his deep voice chills me more than the breeze blowing over the lake.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before turning around, because I know he is right behind me.

DANTE

Venecia slowly turns around, and I immediately see what I was expecting. Her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks red and stained with subtle streaks of the mascara that had previously run down her face. Her face full of the unmistakable evidence of the tears she tried to silently cry in the backseat.

The tears she cried because of me.

I panicked. Panic gets a man like me killed. Yet there I was, suddenly scared shitless of what was about to happen with the woman standing in front of me.

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