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The three of them look at each other, but Leo clears his throat first. “Yes. We need to discuss how this is going to go, and then you can talk to Santino alone.”

“Fine.” She places her purse on the wooden table with more force than necessary and sits down, immediately crossing her legs. The motion hikes the hem of her dress up, and my eyes feast on her long legs before she pulls her chair closer to the table and cuts off my view.

My smirk grows when her eyes narrow after catching my gaze, knowing full-well that I already know how soft her thighs are under those tights.

“Mia, you and Santino will be married in two weeks. I’ve already hired a planner that will take care of everything,” Leo states, and Mia’s eyes widen.

“Two weeks?” she asks, her voice going up a few octaves. “Why so fast?”

“Because we need to merge the families as soon as possible.”

She scoffs. “Right. You’re losing business by the day and apparently”–her eyes cut to me–“I’m what’s standing in the way of solving that issue?”

I can’t hold back the grin that spreads across my face, and Mia blinks, dazed at the onslaught of my arrogance. “That’s correct.”

“Don’t smile at me like that, you arrogant asshole,” she seethes. “I’m doing this for my family, not because I want you in any way, shape, or form.”Oh, really?“So don’t think this is going to be a real marriage. And another thing…” She turns her attention back to Leo. “You never thought to ask me how I want my wedding? You just hired someone to take care of everything?”

“You want to be involved in the planning?” Vinny asks, surprised.

Mia rolls her beautiful burnt honey-colored eyes. “If I’m being forced to do this, then I’d at least like to make sure it’s done in my style and taste.”

Leo opens the folder in front of him and pulls out a business card. “Here’s her card,” he tells her. “You have free rein over everything.”

She slides the card into her purse. “You might regret that.”

I have no doubt my little butterfly is going to put a small dent in their bank accounts getting whatever the hell she wants for this wedding.

Mia might see this as a fake, arranged marriage, but me? I can’t wait to slide my ring on her finger and call her my wife.

“The invites need to go out in a few days, though, so make sure you talk with the planner on those first.”

“Mmhmm,” she hums, and my dick reacts, thinking about how she hummed and moaned in my ear as I fucked her with my fingers in the club. “I’m guessing you boys don’t want me to know the finer points of your deal, so I’ll just excuse myself. See you at the wedding,” she throws at me nonchalantly, desperately trying to hold onto her composure.

“Wait,” I say as she begins to stand. “We have much more to discuss.”

“Such as?”

I address Leo, Nico, and Vinny. “I’d like some time alone with Mia to talk. We can discuss the contract afterwards.”

“Fine. We’ll be in the office next door.”

The three of them leave, each placing their hand on Mia’s shoulder before walking out the door.

I flash her a triumphant grin. “We’re finally alone.”

“You’re a lying asshole,” she says harshly without filter, and I’m loving this fiery side of her. “You obviously knew who I was at the club, and you still…” She pauses. “I told you…” She shakes her head and looks over my shoulder and out the windows before meeting my gaze again. “You’re not going to touch me again. This isn’t going to be a real marriage, no matter what you think. You want me as a pawn or prize in whatever game you’replaying, and while you’ll get me, it’ll strictly be on paper only. I don’t want my family to go down because I couldn’t do this for them, butI willfind a way out of the marriage at the earliest possible moment.”

“I had you begging me for more. I had you begging me to touch you and to take something you didn’t want your soon-to-be husband to have. You came all over my hand, wanting my cock to fill you next, and you’re telling me you don’t want me to touch you again?”

“Yes,” she says, but the breathless note of that single word betrays her and what I know she really wants.

“Could’ve fooled me,farfalla.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You don’t like that? Hmm.” I rub my jaw. “How about we make a little deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

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