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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: ALEXANDER’S CLUTCH

Catherine’s POV

I barely recover from the force slam of his German door when he pinned my back against the door, hinging one hand on the door and fiercely gripping my hip with the other.

“I am not a patient man Catherine Kent and I hate to be dissed. If I tell you to be in my bed naked, I expect you to be in my bed naked”

My heart sprints under my chest, holding his piercing gaze

“Do you understand?” The heat from his low husk feathers my ear and my breath starts to skitter from my mouth.

I gasp when I feel his hand slice my thighs apart; I am hot between my legs and he has not even touched me yet. I suck in a deep breath, biting down on my bottom lip. He narrows his eyes at me with a low growl and I snap my lip out immediately.

I plaster my palms to the door as his hand slides up my peach mini dress, to the apex of my thighs.

“Uhn!” My jaw drops in a loud yelp when he shoves a finger into me, forcing my hands off the door to plaster his shoulders.

“Every time I call; y
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