Chapter 179 Catherine
- “I mean it, Catherine. Take those clothes off.”
- Gulping, I jump off the bed, unable to believe that I feel the compulsion to obey him even now. His left arm is in a cast, he can barely move without pain, and yet my instinctive response is to fear him—to want him and fear him at the same time.
- “And lock the door,” he commands as I begin to pull my shirt up. “I don’t want to be interrupted.”