ROWAN’S POV.
The sound of Emiriel’s rough voice in my head was what woke me up the next morning, my eyes fluttering multiple times before I was finally able to shut him out.
“Come out, Rowan.”
That bastard.
I had a rough night, too high from every corner of the s*x that I couldn’t have because someone decided to be pious. She was heavenly, her skin, her taste. And I would have loved nothing else than to bury myself within her and have her in all the ways I wanted.
We could have had her, f****d her, touched her, but of course, Emiriel decided not to, choosing to listen to her. When have we ever listened to a woman, any woman? We took them all the way we wanted to, had our fun, and discarded them.
And now, because of her, everything was changing. They were all changing, and the tho
