What kind of woman develops feelings for the man that threatened her family, beat her brother, and forced her into marriage?
Not me, that’s for damn sure. This is just lust. That’s all this is.
And lust is shallow. Temporary. It’ll pass.
“I know you, boo,” she sighs.
“Which one of the guys I’ve ever dated qualifies as a ‘bad boy’?”
“You chose safe because you didn’t want to get hurt,” she points out. “So you picked men who didn’t have a chance of hurting you. But that doesn’t mean it’s what you craved. This guy is different. He’s your wet dream come to life.”
“I’ve seen him, Liv, remember?” she reminds me. “I saw the man clearly. I may have been bound and gagged, but I wasn’t blindfolded. He’s hot.”
“But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a freaking Bratva don, honey. He’s dange
