Chapter 12Katherine’s breath came in shallow, fractured pulls, each one snagging against the raw edge of her fear and something far more dangerous. Killian’s body caged her against the polished mahogany of the dining table, the sharp lip of the wood biting into the front of her hips while his chest branded heat across her back. She twisted, a futile jerk of her shoulders, trying to pry his hand from where it clamped possessively over her left breast, fingers splayed wide, possessive, bruising through the thin silk of her blouse.“Killian, stop,” she hissed, the word barely audible, stripped of conviction the moment it left her lips. “George is literally in the next room…”“George is furniture at this point, Kathy.” Killian’s voice rolled through her like distant thunder, low and unhurried. He flexed his hand, kneading the soft, heavy swell of her breast with deliberate cruelty, thumb dragging roughly across her nipple until it peaked into a painful point beneath fabric and lace. “F
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