Katherine’s POV
I was terrified with him on top of me—yet deep down, I felt a strange mix of curiosity… and maybe even a little excitement.
“You’ve really been a bad girl,” he said, his voice low and smooth, making me gulp hard.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He pressed a finger gently against my lips. “Shh. I don’t want to hear you speak.”
Ugh. That annoyed me.
I really needed to stop blushing over this psychopath. He’s nothing but bad news, and yet I kept forgetting that every time he got this close.
Sometimes, I wished the two years would fly by—before I actually fell for this maniac.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” he asked suddenly.
I looked up, locking eyes with his intense, ocean-blue gaze. Why was it still early in the morning and I
