Chapter 52

Katie's POV

“I will call you whatever the fuck I want. Now take your pajamas off and sit on the edge of the desk.” His finger points to the exact location my butt cheeks need to be. Instead of doing what he wants me to do, I glare at him, willing ice daggers to come out of my eyes and stab him.

“No,” I say in the same cold tone he’d given me. A fire ignites in his eyes, and I wonder if that’s what gets him off—killing people and sex.

“No?” he questions, eyebrows raised.

“No. As in N.O.,” I repeat again, spelling it out for him...