“Refer to her by anything other than her name again and you will no longer have a cock to stroke. Do I make myself clear?” Rowe nodded, his eyes still glazed over with orgasm, his chest covered in sweat. “Say it,” Caspen ordered. “Say her name.” Rowe blinked, his eyes focusing on Tem. “Temperance.” There was no mistaking the hot thread of hate in his voice. “Good. Now get out.”
