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Valentina turns flirtatious again. “You find me distracting, Tommy Demonio?”

“I would never disrespect you like that, Valentina,” Tommy responds, his voice buttery. “But I know how men respond to beautiful women. Especially a man like Franco.”

She cocks her head to the side, seeing right through him. Rolling her eyes, the smile slips off her face. “Fucking fine. If it fucks with Aurelio, I don’t give a fuck what I have to do.”

The next couple of hours fly by as we work through the details. No one has time to go home, and Valentina and I need suitable clothes. Matti has Eleanor send up a tailor, who arrives within twenty minutes with fifteen assistants and gets to work.

The chaos is overwhelming. All three guys are on the phone or talking to each other as they pull together men they trust for backup. Valentina is running her mouth non-stop, and I’m trying not to worry about what might happen tonight if Aurelio or Franco show up.

I can’t believe we’re trying to pull off something like this in a matter of hours, but no one else seems worried, so I keep my concerns to myself. Instead, I busy myself with looking through everything on Emily’s phone, smiling sometimes, sometimes brushing away tears.

She’s why I’m doing this. I don’t know what Emily’s plans were for this job, why she had the codes, why she sent them to me for safekeeping, but I’m going to see it through for her.

A couple hours later, when the tailor delivers the clothes, Matti sends everyone off to different suites in the building to get ready.

With the penthouse to ourselves, Matti pulls me into his arms, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“Don’t worry, kitten. It’s not as complicated as it sounds,” he says, kissing my hair.

His arms are so strong and warm, and it feels good to snuggle into his chest. And safe. “I know. It’s just… I’ve never committed a crime before.”

Matti laughs. “Not true. You stole how many bags of evidence from a crime scene? And you weren’t exactly going the speed limit when you hauled ass out of there.”

I flush. “That’s not the same thing. I don’t want to get arrested tonight.”

Matti scoffs. “No chance. The entire NYPD could be there watching us, and we’d walk out of there without a problem. Franco might show up—might—but if he does, Valentina will keep him busy. We’ll be long gone by the time Aurelio arrives. Easy in and out.”

I look up at him skeptically. “You’re sure?”

“Kitten, you’re worried about the wrong thing,” he says with a wicked grin. “Have you had that plug in so long that you forgot what I have planned for you?”

I bite the inside of my lip and avert my eyes. “I took it out when the tailor came over,” I say softly. Inside, butterflies flutter in my stomach, waiting for his response, hoping this earns me a punishment.

He lifts an eyebrow sternly, a smile playing on his lips. “Bad girl,” he murmurs.

Taking my hand, he leads me back through his bedroom to the ensuite. “You’re ready to graduate,” he says, opening a drawer and pulling out a butt plug that is far larger than the ones I’ve been using.

“What? We’re about to leave. You want me to have that thing in my asswhile we commit a robbery?That’s insane,” I hiss.

Matti moves in close, pinning me up against the bathroomcounter. His hard cock is pressed into my stomach, and he leans down to kiss me so softly that I practically melt right there on the bathroom floor.

He slides his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, catching my panties with them. I gasp as he pulls them down over my ass, the cold marble counter top on my bare skin as he removes them entirely.

Grasping one of my ass cheeks in each of his hands, he spreads them apart, looking behind me at my reflection in the mirror. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.

When he looks down at me, his eyes are feral, needy, and his voice is low and gravelly. “Fuck, Siena. I want to come deep inside your ass, kitten. If I go slow, we can skip the plug and do this right now.”

Fuck me. Everything in me wants to give this man everything he asks for, but the power he has handed to me is intoxicating, too—not to mention a nice change from the way he announced our engagement without ever actually proposing.

I hook my finger in the collar of his t-shirt and pull him down to me, my head tilted back so that his lips meet mine, but before he can kiss me I whisper, “We can’t be late, my love.”

He groans into my mouth, his fingertips digging into my ass, his hard cock painfully pushing into my stomach. I almost lose my resolve.

“Help me get ready?” I ask lightly, like it’s nothing to push him back, nothing to watch him comply, staring at me with intense blue eyes dark with desire.

Narrowing his gaze at me, he turns me around roughly. The counter digs into my hip bones, and he slides open the drawernext to me. “If you won’t take my dick in your ass, then your training continues.”

He uncaps a bottle of lube and pours it all over the toy. I jump when the cold liquid hits between my ass cheeks. Going slowly, he pushes a finger up to the first knuckle into my ass, reaching around to rub my clit.

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