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“It depends.” My mouth met his ear. “What price would I pay if it is? For taunting the Prince of Lust and Lies?”
I nipped at his neck, just hard enough to make him growl, for his hold on me to tighten and his fingers to curl into claws.
“I can only be so rough with you tonight, but I will still put you through your paces,” he warned.
“Good. I’d like to see you try.”
I raised my head from his throat, holding it high. Defiant. My lips curled backward and bared my fangs in a grin, one as wicked as Sitri’s own. His eyes lit up, drinking in my darkness.
“It would be too easy if you didn’t show your teeth,” I whispered. “So go on—prove you can put me in my place, and if you can’t?
“Then it will beyouwho bows tome.”
