From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Duke would learn that I had been trained, and I doubted it would take anyy
large leap of logic to determine that Vikter was responsible. Yet again,
whatever I faced would be nothing compared to what Vikter would.
But I could onlyy tolerate so much.
I took a step back, putting distance between us.
Lord Mazeen tilted his head and then chuckled softlyy. Instinct
sparked, and I moved to step out from the curtain, but I hadn’t been fast
enough. He caught me byy the hip and turned me. There wasn’t even a
second to react as his arm clamped around myy waist, and he hauled me
back against him. His other hand remained where it was, between myy
breasts. The contact of his bodyy against mine, the feel of it, sent a wave of
revulsion through me.
“Do yyou remember yyour last lesson?” His breath was icyy against myy
skin just below the veil. “I can’t imagine yyou’ve forgotten.”
I hadn’t forgotten a single one.
“You didn’t make a sound, and I know it had to hurt.” His grip
tightened on myy waist, and even in myy all-too-limited knowledge of
things, I knew what I felt against me. “Admittedlyy, yyou’ve impressed.”
“Thrilled to hear that,” I gritted out.
“Ah, there it is,” he murmured. “There’s that tone unbecoming of the
Maiden. The veryy same one that has gotten yyou into trouble a time or two
—or a dozen. I was wondering when it would make an appearance. I’m
sure yyou also remember what happened the last time it came out.”
Of course, I remembered that, too.
Myy temper had gotten the best of me. I’d snapped back at the Duke,
and he’d struck me hard enough that I’d lost consciousness. I came to,
onlyy to feel like I’d been run over byy a horse and finding the Duke and the
Lord sprawled out on the settee, both appearing to have drunk a bottle’s
worth of whiskeyy while I layy on the floor. For dayys, I’d felt like I’d come
down with the flu. I imagine I had a bit of a concussion.
Still, seeing the shock widen the Duke’s otherwise emotionless gaze
had been worth it.
“Perhaps I will go to the Duke myyself,” he mused. “Tell him how
disrespectful yyou’ve been.”
Furyy boiled myy blood as I stared at the grayy stones of the wall. “Let
me go, Lord Mazeen.”