In Bed With The Devil
He whispered, pressing kisses all over her face, “Let’s not do that again. Promise me.”
“What?”
“Promise me.” He repeated, “Promise you won’t leave me.”
A sense of dread filled her greatly as she remembered her father, she wondered if she should tell him, about how she’s been in contact with his supposed enemy, “Alex I—
“You don’t have to do it now.” He cut her off, nibbling on her ear which made her moan out loud, “It’s a hard thing to agree to. An omertà.”
“An omertà?”