Page 8 of Capo Dei Capi's Daughter

His eyes scan over my body and a look I can’t quite distinguish comes over his face.

Disgust, maybe?

“I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea last night,” he pauses and takes a step back from me, “but nothing happened. You’re a nice kid, but I was simply doing my job. Keeping you safe and trying not to draw attention.”

Standing in front of him, I suddenly feel so exposed and vulnerable. My face is on fire, the blush of my cheeks a clear tell of my current embarrassment. I sheepishly pull the oversized hoodie over my head as though covering my body is going to rid me of the embarrassment currently coursing through me. Tugging at the hem, I pull it down my body. As it covers my shorts, I shove both of my hands into the front pocket, a poor effort to hide as much of me as possible.

My eyes are still fixated on the floor, the wall, out the window – anything but Dante – as I step backwards.

“I didn’t mean,” I fumble for the words to continue as he returns to his belongings, “Never mind…”

Suddenly, not feeling nearly as hungry as I was a few minutes ago, I quickly turn and cross the hall back to my room. Glancing up towards Dante as I quietly shut the door, I see him fully engrossed in unpacking again. It is as though I wasn’t just in the room a moment ago and he couldn’t care less.

About last night or my feelings.

DANTE

Fumbling with the items in my suitcase, trying to maintain the facade of my heartless attitude, I drop them and let out a large exhale when I hear Venecia’s door finally click shut.

From the moment Sal so-called suggested that I move in here, I knew it was going to be a bad idea.

Probably the worst idea…being around her 24/7.

But who am I to disobey the boss?

After our meeting, I went home to gather some of my things. As much as I desperately needed to get some sleep, I could not get all the thoughts of her out of my mind. Thoughts of my hands on her body quickly turned to my hands on my cock, gliding over my length as I continued to think about her body rubbing against mine. Even after relieving myself, my cock still ached for her. Somehow, I managed to get a little rest before I packed up a few weeks’ worth of things.

Her body in my hands has barely left my mind since last night.

The entire drive back to the estate, I thought about all the reasons this wasn’t going to work out. The biggest of all walked across the hall and straight into my room.

From the moment her delicate feet hit the threshold, it was a struggle to keep my eyes off her. Her long, tan legs were fully exposed with the tiny boy-shorts she was wearing. As if that weren’t enough to marvel at, the gap between her shorts and shirt showed just a little of her midriff, a place I thoroughly enjoyed grazing my hand over last night. Her thin shirt was just sheer enough to distinguish the pink circles around the pert nipples pressing against the taught fabric. Her face, a beautiful mixture of anger and intrigue.

Seeing her like that, the urge to place my hands on her again is physically painful. Never in my life have I been this compelled in my need to be with a woman. Not touching her again feels like a fate worse than death.

The moment she pulled on her sweatshirt to hide her painful embarrassment, was both crushing and relieving for me.

While it vaguely helped to mitigate my urges to touch her, seeing the hurt in her eyes over my complete apathy towards her was worse than any torture I have endured in my life.

It had to be done.

She will think I am a complete asshole and have nothing but disdain for me. But that means from here on out, I can simply do my job. I will be a professional.

No wandering eyes. No wandering hands.

If only I could get her out of my head…

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Things have been growing progressively tense in this house since I moved in a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully, it is not related to me and the numerous indiscretions constantly running through my mind about the woman I am supposed to be keeping safe.

Since I lied to Venecia about that night at the club, pretending it was just work, she has pretty much been indifferent to me. Having me around seems like it is much more than an annoyance for her. She keeps her distance, ensures we never make contact, and speaks to me as little as possible.

The hatred from her over my faux apathy is excruciating. When I am in her presence, the only thing I can think about is running my hands over her skin again and pulling her close. At night, alone in my room, when my hand wraps around my cock, she is the only woman I think about. My wet palm a poor substitute for the tight little cunt I want to claim as my own, fucking her until she can’t even remember another man’s touch.

Chapter Eight

VENECIA

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