Page 17 (1/2)

I brush ainst my lip and start “How do you know the Cuadrados?”

“Ito heave from panic A mixture of e her like this or not but I do know that seeing her body wriggle is so fucking hot I shift in place, trying to disguise my arousal

“Why were you at the gala?” I continue

“To entlemen,” she says, almost sarcastically If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I saw the hint of an eyeroll Is she really giving ht now? When I have her chained up like this?

The guts

“Why?” I ask

“What do you ain for a split second, before she tries to yank her arainst her wrist, re her full well that she’s completely at my mercy

“Why were you at the gala?” I clarify

“For the sairl dressed in that stuffy traditional outfit was: because I want to be rich, too!”

“I’m rich,” I note

“You’re no gentleman,” Catalina hisses

I bite my lip God, this woht

“You don’t know that,” I tease her, starting to pace;it clear that I’m the one with the freedom of movement here

Catalina rattles her chains “I’ve never heard of any gentleeons”

I shrug “We’re all allowed to make mistakes once in a while”