"You…" Catherine huffed in frustration.
She struggled harder to escape his hold.
Unfortunately, that only made things worse.
The more she twisted beneath him, the more her chest moved with the effort—and the wider Maximilian's smirk became.
"Careful," he murmured softly.
His eyes hadn't left her chest.
His thumb traced slow, lazy circles across the back of her hand where their fingers were still interlocked above her head.
Still watching her, he leaned closer. "You're making it very difficult for me to behave…" he said under his breath.
Only then did his gaze lift back to her face, that dangerous amusement still dancing in his eyes.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?"
Catherine scoffed. "As if!"
She said it with perfect indignation, but her heart knew the truth. And judging from the look in his eyes… Maximilian knew it too.
