ELI’S POV
One taste of Rowanne Steele, and my control shattered completely and brutally.
Goddamn it. I thought I could do better. I thought I could fight it, this pull that tore through reason and loyalty. But the truth? I’d been lying to myself from the start.
She was Jett’s wife. Was. That word had become my only lifeline, the thin string I used to justify the hunger that had taken root in me.
And yet, that night at my apartment... the second her lips met mine, I knew I’d already crossed the line with the way she kissed like she was trying to remember what it felt like to be wanted. Then hungry. Desperate.
God, the sound she made when I pulled her close still haunted me. Her taste was sweet and wild, like honey laced with sin and I almost lost every piece of control I had.
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