The Death Of De'Luca
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The Death Of De'Luca

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Matteo De'Luca is a powerful man. He doesn't play nice, not if you're his enemy. But I've learned one thing about him.
He takes care of what's his.
And I am his.
His enemies have become my enemies, but he'll never let anyone hurt me. He's fiercely protective. It's the predator inside that scares me.
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S N E A K | P E A K

"Do you remember when I told you that I despised liars?" He whispers into my neck pushing one of my curls behind my ears.

"I do remember,"

"So then why are you lying to me Amara?" I turned my head to face his, his lips were inches away from my own. All I wanted to do was jump onto him and release my s****l frustrations. He knows what he was doing to me, he knows exactly what he was doing. From the neck tattoos to his hands. The arms that caged me in. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull myself up from the leather chair as I feel his hands press against my back. I push him against the desk locking him in my embrace.

"Matteo, let me tell you something." I whispered back to him as I rested my body against his, allowing him to feel every curve I had without using his hands. I held them against the table. His eyes were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe. "You wouldn't know when I lie because you don't know me, you know nothing about me. It's time to get that into your head."

My hands graze the table trying to find something to attack with, but that stops for a second when I feel his hands being pressed against my neck. "Seducing me with your body wouldn't help you find a weapon in this office princess." He grabbed both of my hands and flipped us around as he held me against his desk pushing both hands onto the edge of it as his hands covered it.

"One day I'm going to kill you and I'm going to enjoy every second of it." He presses himself against me as he slowly brings my head against his shoulder, his hands sliding up my neck as if marking the spot.

"Be my guest, but the main words in that sentence was one day."

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The rest of my books would hopefully be up on Dreame. This includes :

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"So then what does this tattoo mean?" My hands grazed up to his chest, grazing the word Omertà over all the other tattoos over his body. He lets out a long sigh and turns to me, his hands ruffle up his hair.

"It means a code of sil……

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