Tara never felt as empty as she did on the following day. Sure, Carmen had called her in the evening to check up on her, but she had felt close to no comfort upon hearing her best friend’s theories and soothing words.
She wanted to go out, leave her safe haven but she didn’t wish to encounter her very persistent bodyguard, or worse her ex mafia lover.
She almost didn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t usually as shallow as to fall for a guy’s bad boy charms. But then again, her infatuation with the shunned Duke of Cordoba had started long ago, and had been nurtured by her nonexistent s*x-life all through the years.
He had awakened the beast of lust that slumbered within the deep recesses of her soul. And now, as she ached for the man, for his gentle touch and his scorching-hot possessi
