What if Neverland existed? What if Peter Pan wasn’t a boy in tights? What if, instead, he’s a demon so powerful that he commands Hell’s Army? Rowan Teivel is the last man I should feel anything for. He is arrogant, dominant, and arouses something dangerously depraved within me. He’s also the darkest and wickedest soul I’ve encountered. I should have heeded the warnings I was given. But the moment I let him lure me into Neverland, I was his. One taste of the primal, ancient beast and I wanted him to destroy, corrupt, and desecrate me in the darkest, sensual way. If I let Rowan have absolute control over my pleasure, would it be the worst thing? He only wants to own my soul, or so I thought.