By the time Dorian dropped me off at home, I had already shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

What else could I do?

Let him, under a fake name, take me to bed for a night of passion? Absolutely not.

I couldn’t allow myself to give in. It would only fuel his arrogance, reinforcing the idea that no matter what identity he hid behind, as long as he had that face, he could have me whenever he wanted.

"Still want me?" Dorian's voice ...