Omerta- Book I (Winner of the 2015 People's Choice Award)

17) Thick

Hey ya'll, Paula Deen here. *throws twenty sticks of butter at you*

JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR, AND LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT I ACCIDENTLY DESCRIBED WHAT "DEEP THROATING" WAS ON ONE OF MY LESS "MATURE" BOOK GROUPS ON FACEBOOK. IT WAS PRETTY FUNNY FOR ME. LMFAO

ANYWAY...

I listened to Lady Gaga throughout this chapter?!?! LMFAO. And I'm also obsessed with this song by Flyleaf, called "All Around Me." It's in the Youtube video to the right. You MUST listen to it with this chapter.

"I can feel you all around me/Thickening the air I'm breathing/Holding on to what I'm feeling/Savoring this heart that's healing."

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                        Ferro-Valentino La Morte (if that was even his real name) was a lying, poisonous bastard. He was a manipulator and two-faced. He was the leader of a criminal organization that sold women…

                        Yet… in the midst of despising him with a burning passion and recognizing that he was a cruel, heartless person, something had exploded between the two of us. Something passionate. Raw. No, it was a moment of weakness, that’s what it was. Ferro had sunk his venomous fangs into my skin and infected me, made me feel things for him I did not want to feel...

                        His stubble scraping against my skin, lips full and gliding aggressively and hungrily against mine, my soft feminine thighs tightening with need around his hard muscled waist. Long skilled fingers sliding over my skin, gripping me tightly, sliding under the flimsy material of my outfit. The outfit I was forced to put on, at gunpoint. The flimsy, revealing lingerie outfit, which everyone and their mother had officially seen me in. The outfit I wanted off, regardless of my circumstances and my judgment, the moment Ferro-Valentino La Morte threw me down into the pillows and straddled me…

                        He was ruining me.

                        It couldn’t happen again.

                        We couldn’t happen again.

                                                                                       

                        I was falling for a criminal.

                        I couldn’t do this to myself. I couldn’t. I was stronger than this. I had whacked the man with plates, dominated him in the shower, slapped him physically and with words across the face, and all he did was straddle my waist to cloud my judgment.

                        He was toxic.

                        I wanted to leave. I wanted to leave now, get out of that place. Run far away from this Mafia man, but I couldn’t, because I knew I was trapped inside of that club until he let me go. I couldn’t just escape because guards, who would either kill me or capture me if I tried to escape, probably surrounded the perimeter of the club. This wasn’t the kind of business that could be let out into the open.