Holly & Hemlock (The Hemlock House #1)

Prologue

“You think we’re just going to let you walk out of here, little one?”

“That’s not the way the house works. It’s not the way we work.”

My vision blurs, a combination of tears, euphoria, and confusion. The wine has made me weak. The whispers from the house play over and over in my head.

They move over me, spreading my legs, tightening the restraints. I feel lips at my shoulder, making their way along my skin. Bruising kisses, bites, sucks. Each both better and worse than the last.

A tongue circles my clit, adding delicious pressure with each pass.

I moan.

“You’ve possessed him, Nora. I’ve never seen him like this. You have to know he won’t let you go now.”

“I . . . I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to understand. You just need to accept it. You belong to us.”

“To you both?” It comes out as a whisper, my throat raw, my voice barely recognizable.

“And to the house.”

The windows rattle at the wind, the stone walls shake behind the tapestries. A chill passes over me, my body convulses and I come with a tidal wave of ecstasy and relief.

“Always to the house.”