Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Katherine stood unattractively as her body swayed a little, at the same time, her vision became blurry while she tried to shift her focus at the tasty smelling man in front of her. She slurred her words and acted cutely wanting to be carried as she could no longer move on her own.

"Carry me." She pouted.

Seeing Katherine's attempt, Damien scoffed. Did he hear her correctly?

He placed his hands on his hips and stared at her, wondering if she really meant what she said. He scratched his brow with a finger and probed, "What?"

She put her hands together as if she was pleading and repeated, "Please carry me."

Chuckling, Damien exhaled and inched closer to her. "Come here." He said as he simultaneously bent a little and lifted her up in his arms. As if by nature, Katherine hooked her arms around his neck and laid her head. 

"You're so warm…" she whispered, her lips slightly brushing his neck making him stand rigidly. He closed his eyes and tightened his hold on her — he was trying to shake his mind off the sensual feeling that was building up his hard-on. This woman… her effect on him was tremendous as it was only the slightest touch and he was already frustrated. 

"Keep still and don't talk — or I'll throw you off the street and leave you here," he said under gritted teeth as he started to walk towards his car on the other side of the road.

Katherine let out a melodious laugh. Damn it — even her laugh was turning him on. "You wouldn't do that. You like me too much," she said in a slow, breathy pace making her voice sound erotic. 

Damien clenched his jaw and hurriedly walked towards his car, opening it as fast as he could. He gently placed Katherine on the passenger's seat and buckled her seatbelt really quickly, closing the door all in a matter of six seconds. 

He breathed out and huffed as he walked to the other side of the car. He hoped that she would behave once they get home or he wouldn't know what he would do if she continues her act. 

Katherine slept like a log the entire car ride and they arrived at the underground parking lot of the main office's building in fifteen minutes. 

"Can you walk?" he asked, bending down to check if she was conscious. He saw her squint and stare back at him but she didn't say anything. She got off the car and closed the door before she raised her arms up like a little girl asking to be carried.

Damien ran his tongue on his inner cheek as he looked at the drunk woman who's acting so coyly in front of him. He walked closer making her lower her arms and back away until she was pressed on the car and crossed his arms, "Are you aware of what you're doing right now? Aren't you afraid of being taken advantage that you're acting like this? I'm no saint, Katherine."

Not afraid of his warning, Katherine stared back with the same cold tone and responded, "What if I liked being taken advantage of? What are you gonna do?"

The corner of Damien's mouth curled up into a lopsided grin as he inched even closer, "Don't tempt me," he growled.

Katherine chuckled as she pushed him away and wobbled her way towards the elevator. She stepped on uneven ground and almost fell if Damien hadn't gotten to her in time. "Damn it," he sighed and carried her again in his arms until they reached the top floor.

She was mumbling incoherent words and he only let her down when they arrived at the door of his place. 

"Where's my phone?" She stroked her sides as if she was looking for the device while her eyes were closed. "I need my phone. Emma… Emma will call again and scold me…"

"Just call her tomorrow," Damien responded and urged her to go inside but he froze on the spot when she threw her arms up and circled it around his neck, stroking his nape with her icy cold fingers and made feather-like touches on his ears. "Can you help me find my phone, Mister? Please?"

Damien balled his hands into fists briefly as if he was trying to control himself. But Katherine's advancements on him was pushing him to the edge. He breathed out another sigh, relaxing his hands and sliding it around her waist to hold her up. He was already hugging her and she seemed to like the proximity as she pressed herself against him some more. 

"Where have you been for the past five years, Katherine? Why didn't we see each other again earlier?"

She giggled. "I was just right here. Maybe you closed your eyes and didn't see me." With her eyes still closed, she added, "My phone… please…"

"It must be in your purse. It's in the car." Reluctantly, he let her go and took off his coat, putting it around her shoulders to keep her warm from the cold temperature. "I'll go get it."

"Don't leave me." 

He cupped her chin and caressed her cheeks gently. "I'll be back right away," he said before turning and headed towards the elevator. 

As soon as Damien left, Katherine walked into his dwelling and without hesitation, she shrugged off the coat and it fell to the floor. However, she did not stop there. As she walked in the hallway, her clothes dropped to the floor one by one until she was only wearing her bra, underwear and high heeled shoes.

Cat walking towards the kitchen, she took out a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it all in one go. It was as if Katherine was like her past self. This was what she would do out of habit whenever she gets home – she strips and drinks water.

She was really buzzed and her vision was making her stand unsteadily. 

"Food. I need food." She spotted a bright red apple in the fruit basket and reached out for it. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she grabbed a chef's knife from the counter and started slicing the apple thinly, taking a slice and eating it every now and then. 

Her ears perked up when she heard heavy footsteps coming from the hallway. Her eyes drifted to the side in a flash and her gaze became fierce. Raising her hand up, she swiftly threw the knife towards the hallway — it flew past Damien's head by an inch just in time for him to dock to the side.

His eyes grew wide in shock when he saw a knife stabbing his fifty million dollar painting on the wall. His expression turned dark when he just caught Katherine's clothes on the floor. Hearing the clicking sound of heels, he snapped his head to the side and saw Katherine approaching him half-naked.

Damien felt the threatening aura around her as she walked closer to him wearing nothing but her lacey undergarments and shoes making her look dangerously sexy. He felt the same vibe that she had when he met her years ago. 

His eyes never left her face as he studied her every expression. She looked at him quizzically as if she was trying to remember who he was before she questioned, "Who are you and what are you doing at my house?"

Damien's heart started to race as if he was ready to defend himself if she decides to strike him with the paring knife that she was twirling expertly in her hand.

"You could get hurt. Give that to me." He said in a low, cold voice that sounded demanding.

Katherine let out a sinister laugh when she arrived in front of him and recognized his face. "Oh, it's you… sorry…" She draped her arms around his neck with the knife still in her hand and spoke in a lazy, seductive voice, "I didn't recognize your delicious scent right away, Damien Park."

Damien stiffened as he felt the flat side of the cold steel blade on his nape. He looked down at her and saw the smile on her face that seemed to mean a thousand words. 

Trying not to move too much so that he won't get a cut, he gently brushed his hands along her sides to hold her up nice and steady – he could feel her smooth and soft skin under his touch. "Why don't you hand me your knife, love?" He said in a low voice.

Liking the sound of his raspy voice in her ear and the smell of his perfume that wafted her nose, she giggled and inched closer. Lifting her chin up until her lips were a few inches from his, she breathed, "Why don't you try and take it from me?"