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My gaze moves over her dark red hair which looks fiery and untouchable in the streetlights and, without thinking, I reach out and caress a lock between my fingers. Finley stiffens and my gaze meets hers."I've never seen hair this color before," I say in a low voice. "It's beautiful."I can't help but notice the way her chest begins to rise and fall faster. I think mine is doing the same thing. "Thank you. Guess it's an Irish thing," she finally forces out.Very reluctantly, I release the fiery strand, unable to help myself from wondering if the hair between her thighs is just as lovely. Clearing my throat, I straighten up and realize that's something I don't have to worry about. Stay focused, Luca.There's no real future between us and I don't have any intention of fucking Finley. Although I wouldn't mind stealing another kiss or two. That last kiss we had shocked the hell out of me.Pushing those distracting thoughts aside, I turn and motion for Finley to start walking with me. "Let

"Oh, my God," I whisper, touching a finger to my tingling lips as I walk into the hotel. Luca Volkanov has now kissed me twice and now I'm dying for a third kiss. Each one was more thrilling than the last and right now there's a freaking party going on in my panties. Sucking in a deep breath, I know that I really need to chill out.I step into the elevator, hit my floor and then sag against the wall. Good lord, that man knows how to kiss. My entire world just tilted on its axis and it's a good thing I walked away or else I'm scared we would've slipped into the nearby alley and done some very naughty things together.Luca seems just as into me and I'm not sure whether I believe his story or not. He was so much cooler this morning toward me and now he's running hot and full-steam ahead. I can't help but be suspicious and question his intentions. But what would be the point of being dishonest and not upfront? What in the world would he have to gain by pretending? We both want to help our

I watch Finley sign her name on the dotted line and a wave of triumph passes through me. My gaze instantly shifts to my father and a small smile curves his mouth. He thinks he's in control and that he's gotten his way, but he has no idea that I'm about to get the ultimate revenge on him. After this, he's going to be a laughingstock in this town and his precious empire is going to crumble down all around him.And I don't give a shit. In fact, I'm looking forward to raising my glass and toasting his ruin.After scrawling my name across from hers, I invite Finley to go for a walk with me. I can tell she's less than comfortable with what's happening and I need to keep her believing in me and in a positive state of mind. The last thing I want is for her to start questioning me or our relationship. My goal is to make her as comfortable as possible and get her up on that altar, because if she bails early on me that won't happen.Reaching for her hand, I guide her outside, pulling her away fr

The moment we enter, the hostess perks up, her eyes grazing appreciatively over Luca. "Right this way, Mr. Volkanov. Your usual table is all ready for you.""Thank you, Bettina," Luca says and places a hand on my back, guiding me through the dining room.As we pass by other tables, several people nod or greet Luca. He's a man of importance and, like me, it has everything to do with his last name. He may be the youngest Volkanov, but people respect and fear Matthias.Once we reach the corner table, Luca pulls my chair out and I sit. I'm tense and I know I need to relax, but my nerves are bouncing all over the place. Unfolding my cloth napkin, needing something to do, I lay it across my lap and start fidgeting with the silverware. Luca reaches over and lays his hand over mine, stopping its movements."What's wrong, Finley?" he asks in a low voice.Am I that easy to read? Not sure what to admit, I watch as he turns my hand over and begins to circle his index finger on my palm."Talk to m

For the next couple of weeks, we're seen everywhere and spend every moment with each other. Once the society column announces our engagement, all bets are off. Invitations come out of the woodwork and everyone who's anyone wants to meet me and Finley—the one coupling with the Mennetti family that my father approves of.And the man practically shouts it from the damn mountaintop. He's telling everyone how perfect we are together and how he judged Trish and Solana's choice of partners far too quickly and harshly. It's hard to believe when he announces to the world that the rivalry between the Volkanov and Mennetti family is officially over and he fully supports his children and their significant others. And that it was my unwavering love for Finley that made him see how wrong he was.Cue the massive eye roll.My father is full of shit. And, as the days pass and we get closer and closer to the wedding day, I realize I am, too. I'm discovering that Finley Mennetti is a rare and amazing cr