"A contract," he says.
"For the marriage?" I ask.
"Yes, but it’s also an NDA," he says. "Everything you see or hear in the next six months remains confidential. And that includes anything I share with you about my personal life."
For a moment, I forgot I was dealing with a mafia man. Of course he's going to make sure that he has all of his bases covered.
"Don't I need a lawyer for this?"
"I can provide one for you if you like."
"But you won't tell me anything until I sign it?" I ask.
"Correct."
I skim through the first few pages. There's a lot of legal jargon I don't understand. He said that he would provide a lawyer for me, and it would be wise of me to take him up on that offer. But I'm far too impatient.
So I read through the document on my own.
"This can't be right," I say as I finish reading the second page. "If I were to breach the contract in any way, that gives you the right to extend the punishment to my family members?"
“It does.”
"But that's barbaric."
"It's just an incentive for you to keep your lips sealed," he says. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly running a nonprofit organization here."
As I look at the contract, I see a teenage Dante staring back at me.
That carefree smile. Those unburdened eyes. The warmth of his aura.
My intuition has never steered me wrong, and there's no reason to doubt my gut feeling now. I've already decided to trust this man.
He starts tracing patterns on my thighs as I read through everything.
"Are you trying to distract me?"
"I'm happy to stay here all day," he says, shifting his body underneath mine. My eyes widen when I feel his hard cock lined up with my pussy. He continues tracing a star on my upper thigh, making every inch of my skin feel feverish.
I'msaturatedthrough my panties, and I'm sure he can feel it.
But he doesn't say anything about it.
I read through the rest of the contract, trying not to get distracted by the patterns he's tracing on me. Or the way his fingers seem to be inching higher and higher up my thighs. Or the way his cock seems to pulse underneath me.
I don't know how I do it, but I read it all.
"Done?" he asks.
A shiver passes down my spine. I can feel his breath against my neck, and every nerve ending in my body takes notice.
"Yeah," I say, picking up a pen. "Where do I sign?"
He shows me all the places I need to sign.
I seal my own fate with every signature. I guess I’m really doing this.
"Now ask me your questions," he says, placing the contract back in the desk drawer.
