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she revealed. “Oh! I see. Actually, nothing happened between us that night, just the usual arguments and one or two exchanged words,” she lied through her teeth. "Really?” She asked with her eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Nothing, really," she lied again. “Rowan is a jerk suffering from sightlessness. He has a pretty wife with a hot, banging body. He married a beautiful woman that doesn't have to lift even a finger to get men crawling at her feet, begging for her attention and he just wants to throw that away. He would be a damned fool if he lets you slip away,” she remarked.

The raw, addictive friction of his palms against the heavy silk made my nipples instantly harden, a soft, broken whimper escaping my lips. "You look like a sin, Veda," he hissed near my ear, his hot, bourbon-laced breath brushing against my parted lips in a tormenting caress. A major moment hung between us in the dark twilight. Rowan was a male defined by his absolute, unyielding control, a machine of discipline who had managed a blood-soaked empire for forty years without showing a single fracture. But looking at the way the charcoal silk clung to the curve of my waist, tracing the exact line where his teeth had marked my flesh, he was visibly struggling to maintain his composure.

But that just made me cry even harder. "I do not need your permission to see my wife!" Rowan sounds so angry and he is so freaking loud that the both of us jump. My wife? Really? After all that he has done in the past two years, he is really going to stand there and assert his relationship with me? I know that Bianca is a match for him. Actually, Rowan is not a match for Bianca. She can do more damage with words than anyone can physically. She is that bitch who will spit fire to protect her loved ones.

It was locked entirely with him. She looked up, her gaze tracing the rugged line of his jaw, the faint scar near his brow, and the deep, intense darkness of his eyes. There was no hesitation left in her chest, no protective walls raised against the vulnerability of her position. It was Rowan whom she craved—his strength, his quiet dominance, and the delicate, surprising gentleness of his touch. She leaned her weight forward, letting her rounded belly press flat against his chest, completely surrendering her center of gravity to his frame.

The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him inside me making my mind go blank, my body responding instinctively as I arched into him, desperate for more. "Fuck, Alisa..." Rowan groaned, his voice thick with lust as he began to move, each thrust deep and purposeful, his body pressed against mine as though he couldn’t get close enough. His lips found my throat again, biting down gently as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, harder, faster.

Sapphire was embarrassed being in his arms, it was the first time rowan has lifted her in front of everyone. Granny : hey handsome, we need your wife now. You can do your romance later. Bring her here… Natasha : where are our snacks? Rowan ignores them totally and left towards his room while saying : I need her now. You can have her later… Sapphire blushed at his blunt reply and hide her face in the crook of his neck. Feeling her soft breath on his neck, rowan stiffen. He was getting aroused, feeling her against him… Ignoring his desires for his wife, he took her inside the room and put her down in front of the bathroom.

Rowan said, and I nodded and got out of the car with him. As we both walked into the restaurant, I could hear the sound of the other female patrons gossiping. "Oh my God! Isn't that Rowan Carson, the billionaire CEO of Carson Groups? I heard he is in a relationship with Model Sage Andrews. How come he is here so early with another woman? Do you think he is cheating on her?" Some of the young women glared at me as I lowered my head and walked along with Rowan, who led me to a table for us to have our meals.

"Everyone around Goldridge knows about it! I've been here a few times, and all the martial artists here covet Rowan! She's got that whole androgynous look, hard to tell if she's male or female, and her innate winter's essence body makes her seem like the perfect partner for cultivating power." Andrew shook his head as he listened, gazing from the back toward the first row at the white-robed Rowan holding a fan, face smiling, looking very dashing. Anyone who wasn't blind could tell she was cross-dressing as a man. In terms of looks, she indeed had an aloof beauty, with a temperament somewhat similar to Chantelle's in different ways. However, Chantelle's naturally frigid temperament kept peopl

Rowan’s body was beautiful—sculpted, powerful, and covered in a few silver battle scars that only made him look more imposing. Rowan took his time. He leaned down, kissing my lips softly before sliding his mouth down my jawline, tracing the long, sensitive line of my neck. He kissed every inch of my collarbone, his warm hands caressing my hips, my thighs, making my entire body tremble with a sweet, aching anticipation. "You are so beautiful, Larry," Rowan murmured, his breath hot against my skin as his fingers slipped between my thighs, gently urging them apart. I opened up for him, my heart in my throat. Rowan reached over to his bedside table, retrieving a small, crystal vial of scented oi

“I don't care what you guys do to her, but her pussy is mine for now.” He exchanged looks with the other two and they nodded their heads. Rowan climbed the bed and raised my legs until my knee was pointing upward. With a click, he turned on the wand and lowered it. Gently and almost too quickly, he let it touch my bare clit, letting that vibration run through me for just a second. Then slowly, let lowered himself till his face and my pussy were saying hi to each other. With the want vibrating gently against my clit, he used his tongue to run the lines of my slit.