Page 22 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

Something in his words sets a fire in me.

Maybe it’s a lifetime of the constant men in my life treating me as though they need to be soft and gentle with me.

Standing up my hands slap against his bare chest as I shove him, his body taking a step back more out of shock than the impact of my push.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a delicate glass princess that needs to be handled with care,” I step close and place my hands on his chest to shove him again, “You are the first person in my life who didn’t treat me like you were afraid I was going to break.”

“I shouldn’t ha-,” his words cut short as I shove him again and his back presses against the wall.

I watch as his brows furrow and his eyes narrow.

“You weren’t afraid I was going to break,” I step to him again, this time to close the distance between us.

“Had I known, I never would have-”

“I have enough people being gentle with me,” I press my body against his until there is no longer any space between us, “I want you to try to fucking break me.”

DANTE

Venecia’s body is pressed against mine. She steps closer and I can feel her tight nipples pressing against my chest through the thin material of her shirt. Looking up at me, I am so fixated on her mouth that I barely hear the words she speaks, “I want you to try to fucking break me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I stare back down at her.

Her blue eyes just stare back up at me, while her pouty bottom lip protrudes slightly, undoubtedly at the thought of me rejecting her again.

“Iwillbreak you,” her body tenses and her eyes widen slightly at my words. My hands fist and claw at the sides of my thighs, as I struggle not to put them on her.

Venecia’s body stays firm against mine and those unwavering eyes continue to stare up at me. Every ounce of her small stature urging and daring me to make good with my promise. It is as though she is not even the slightest bit hesitant.

As much as they should, it isn’t her family that makes me hold back. It’s me.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel something between us,” she continues to stare up at me, her eyes completely locked with mine.

I want to deny her, do the right thing, and tell her that I feel absolutely nothing towards her. But my mouth cannot form the words.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this, Dan-.”

Before she has a chance to finish, my hands are fisting the hair at the nape of neck and pulling her mouth towards mine. My tongue aggressively pushing between her lips and assaulting her mouth. Her tongue intertwines with mine as I continue vigorously exploring her mouth.

She releases an airy whimper into my mouth, causing my still hard cock to throb against her.

“I can’t deny that I want you,” the words grumble from my mouth as I pull on her hair granting me better access to her neck. My lips and tongue make my way down her long neck as she groans, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I will push you,” my lips trail upwards feeling her rapid pulse beneath the thin skin of her neck, “I get off on it. I will push your body and your mind until you are ready to break.”

Gently biting on her neck, the pounding beat of her heart can be felt vibrating on my tongue.

Releasing my mouth from her neck, I raise my head until we make eye contact again. The look in her eyes is hungry as she stares back into mine.

“And you will be mine,” the words firm and demanding as they leave my mouth.

“If that is what you actually want,” my hands gently tug on the fistfuls of her hair causing her mouth to gape open, “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”

“Please,” she begs softly, “I want this.”

Releasing her hair, my hands travel down her back and over the curve of her ass until they make their way to her thighs. Gripping them both, I lift until her legs are wrapping around my waist.

Turning us both, I press her against the wall. Using my hips as leverage to help hold her in place, my hands grip the hemline of her shirt, pulling it over her head, and exposing her perky breasts. Gripping one firmly with my right hand, I roll her taut nipple between my thumb and forefinger. In response, her back arches causing her hips to grind against mine.

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