His callused hands made her porcelain skin crawl as he drew his dirty finger nails over her back, rubbing her ass. "You wouldn't dare!" she spat defiantly, her own fiery temper running roughshod over good sense.<br/><br/>“My father would have your head!” She squirmed in a vain attempt to avoid his touch. Of course she realised he would have and the rogue’s head if he were not hundreds of miles away.<br/><br/>Catherine turned and lashed out with her foot, instantly regretting such an impulsive mistake.