Page 21 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

Chapter Fourteen

VENECIA

The sun hasn’t come up yet. While I am rarely ever awake this early, I have been and lying in this bed for the past hour staring at the ceiling. I’m hesitant to get up and head out into the rest of the cabin.

Every time I think this is going somewhere, I embarrass the living hell out myself.

How the fuck am I going to face him after last night?

Fuck it. I’m tired of this pendulum with him.

It’s going to have to happen sooner or later.

Throwing back the covers, I swing my legs over the edge and touch my toes to the floor. The hardwood floors are cold against my bare feet, causing me to pause for a moment before standing.

Walking towards the bedroom door, it is quiet. I don’t hear Dante making any noise in the cabin. Slowly turning the knob, I gingerly pull open the door ensuring to stay quiet.

Dante is asleep on the couch, his long muscular body filling it from end to end. His bare feet are resting across the arm of the couch closest to me. His thick legs are covered by a baggy pair of sweatpants. Even in his sleep they are slung low over his hips, exposing a faint trail of hair between the deep V-lines drawing my eyes back down towards the bulge in his pants.

Tiptoeing closer to him, my eyes are glued to his rippled abs and firm chest. As if it isn’t impressive enough, it’s flanked with perfectly sculpted arms and shoulders.

The normally combed-back black hair is currently falling over his face as he sleeps. Unlike when he is awake, his face looks soft and gentle. In this moment, the only thing currently rough about it is the few days of scruff growing along his jaw.

Reaching my hand out, my fingers slowly inch towards him to gently brush some of the hair out of his face. The moment I touch him, he firmly wraps one hand around my wrist and the other around my throat. As much as I want to scream, the fingers gripping my throat would make it impossible.

His grip tightens painfully as he quickly rises from the couch and throws my body onto the coffee table, his landing on top of mine. Looking down at me, his eyes are wide as he immediately releases the grip on my throat, his fingers lingering softly around my neck.

His body still firmly on top of me, he uses his free hand to gently brush the hair from my face before softly asking, “Are you okay? I didn’t realize it was you.”

I nod and my eyes blink at him, but with his hand around my throat and body laying firmly on top of mine I am unable to make a coherent thought.

Dante shifts his weight slightly and I suddenly feel his erection pressing firmly against me before he lifts himself off me.

“I thought me and my virginity were repulsive,” the words smug as I eyes travel towards the erection barely being contained by his baggy sweatpants.

“I never once said you repulsed me,” he reaches his hand out to assist me off the table.

Hesitantly, I take it as he continues, “I said we can’t do this. I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

“I don’t understand,” I unsuccessfully try to pull my hand from his as he sits on the couch pulling me down next to him.

“The way you act. The comfort you have with your body. The way you so brazenly stripped down and tempted me last night. I had assumed that you were more…well…experienced.”

“Papa and my brothers-,” he interrupts my words, a sad attempt to explain, by gently grabbing my jaw.

“I never would have pulled over had I known,” his hand tucks my hair behind my ear when I fidget uncomfortably at his words.

“Just let me finish,” his fingers linger down the side of my neck and I silently nod at him to continue.

“I am almost old enough to be your father. I am not like the childish boys you’re used to,” his fingers continue to travel over my shoulder and gently down my bare arm, “Believe me when I tell you that I wanted to fuck you last night. The urge to fuck you, to feel you, to own your body consumes my fucking mind.”

“Then,” I hold back the words while I wait for my bottom lip to stop trembling.

“Then why didn’t I?” Dante poses my own question, “Because I wanted to, but you deserve better. So much better. Not getting fucked in the backseat on the side of the road by someone making you beg for it.”

“What is it you think I deserve?”

Pulling his hand back from my arm, he stands up, “Something I can’t give you. Someone soft. Someone who is going to be gentle with you.”

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