The moment Tara and Antonio stepped out of the jewelery shop, he spun her around so she’d face him, and tilted her head upwards by holding her chin. “So, kitten, last chance to spill the beans. What did the girl tell you?”
His tone was so flat, so matter-of-fact, that it brought chills running down Tara’s spine. This was the dangerous mafia man, not the sweet admirer, and she was excited to play with the beast.
She dampened her lips in feigned nervousness, and his hungry gaze followed the gesture.
“I asked you a question,” he whispered.
She shook her head negatively, refusing to give in, desperate as she was for a punishing kiss.
The slow smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth was all the warning she got before he slapped her ass hard.
“Antonio!” She gasped.
How could h
