Perin stepped back from Rowan, turning away whilst he tucked his semi-erect c**k back into his boxers. What had he just done? He had forgotten himself completely and just gone along with his baser instincts to reclaim his wife, without thinking about if it was a good idea or not.
He looked back at her, taking in her dishevelled clothes and that her brows that were knitted together in a hurt expression. She still had bruising on her face and he thought he recalled her crying out in pain as her pushed her back against the wall, had he really been that rough with her?
His emotions were in turmoil as he stood and looked at her; anger at her rejection of him and the life he offered her was warring with his joy at seeing her, sprinkled with sham
