The Last Girl (Sand & Fog #7)

We were a scandal waiting to happen. But I didn't care.For years my life had already been an unending downward spiral. Then my grandfather, Jack, gave me an apartment no one knew about. A secret bequest after his death, and the brief note that accompanied the gift sent me running to Italy.I'd gone to Venice to find peace, knowing I was weak, and instead I found him.Damon Saxe was magnificent, brilliant, jaded, and white-hot danger. I was consumed by him as I've never been by anything or anyone. Vibrant and unrelenting wakefulness burned inside me when he was near.And he became everything I craved and all I lived for.Khloe Manzone wasn't the right kind of girl for me. In fact, she was the type that could cost me everything. The bonds on me weren't shackles a man could break free from. Having her as my lover was allowed. Wanting her was foolish. Loving her—agony. And we would become each other's most private big little lie, filled with us and desire.Letting go of us was inevitable, even as it tormented me to tear us apart.