CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: RED TAPE

Catherine’s POV

“What is that for?” I gaped at the red rope that dangled from his index finger.

I perched at the edge of the bed peering up at him, my forbidden book open in my lap. Alexander towered over me, a red tape hanging on his index finger.

His eyes bright and inciting dug into mine. “Your hands.”

My eyes investigated the tape warily and I could feel fear hijack my nerves. Alexander leaned downwards, taking both my hands and clutching my wrists.

“I’ll have your two hands taped above your head.” He demonstrated lifting my hands up and just the mere thought of it made me shudder.

I had been hammering him for days to explore my forbidden book with me. He was of the opinion that we did not need the book but finally he caved in after I issued a threat that if he did not try it with me, I would try them on my own.

Now here we are with a big red tape and my hands trapped in the air. It certainly seemed easier on paper than reality.

I looked up at him, his face hinted just a