Chapter 22

Seconds after feeling Harry's warm and soft lips touch hers, Kath gently pushed him away and stared at him, her eyes wide and her breath labored. The surprise at his unexpected action left her speechless, paralyzed, and dumbfounded, and the reactions she provoked, like trembling legs, a racing heart, cold hands, and her whole body yearning for more, left her scared and panicked. This was why gestures of affection and intimacy, like kissing on the mouth and falling asleep in the same bed, had to be avoided. They could weaken the dominator, make him forget his position, and lose control.

"Kath?" Harry called her, snapping her out of the sort of trance she had fallen into.

"What?" She tried to appear indifferent to what had just happened.

"Say something... Do something! Yell at me, curse me, slap me in the face, anything... but have some reaction, for God's sake!" He pleaded, nervously and irritated by her coldness.

"Of course, I will." She replied, sternly. "You can be sure that you'll