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.
