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The Piper of Dowler held me down, and instead of fighting, I lay there and let him bring his teeth close to my neck. I swallowed hard, struggling against the temptation that grew within, a rash decision ready to cloud my mind. Again. Sometimes I sabotaged myself with my impulsiveness and now was such a moment. In the low light, I inhaled, aware of the male body rising above mine. This was inappropriate. Wrong. And yet a stir of something that wasn’t fear rose with me as his breath kissed my bare skin and his teeth sank into my neck.
It was just a nip, not hard enough to draw blood, and yet enough to jolt me out of my hazy thoughts. Was the Devil of Dowler trying to seduce me? “What are you doing?” I demanded,
bucking underneath him, which was a mistake. It only made him clasp me tighter as his wicked eyes skated over my face, lingering on my lips. A bolt of carnal lust went through me again. Why wasn’t my brain working? I sho...
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The first time he’d hit me was when I’d decided to explore the vast palace. It had more rooms and layers than I could count. I’d found my way down, somewhere where the sunlight did not shine, to a curious set of double doors which vibrated. I’d walked up to them, admiring the intricate design—swirls of vines and flowers, and what looked like waves. My uncle had come out of nowhere, fingers digging into my arm as he dragged me away. “You’re not supposed to be down here,” he growled.
That’s when the slap came, cutting across my cheek like white fire, so intense I flinched back. “You will speak to your elders with decorum. Now don’t let me catch you down here again.”
