Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Damien Park, you are the Devil.

You are definitely the King! — The King of Hell!

Katherine's chest heaved up and down. It was all that she could do as she tried so hard to stop herself from arching her back from the stupidly comfortable bed in the Royal Penthouse while Damien's lips made open-mouthed kisses trailing from her ankle up to her thigh.

She could only grasp the sheets underneath to keep herself from moaning but holy hell did she curl her toes and gasp. Every.Single.Time.His.Lips.Touched.Her.Skin.

She wanted to clench her thighs together but the damn King definitely did not allow her to move nor make a noise or the torture was going to last forever.

…

A few hours ago

After their lunch, Damien was supposed to bring Katherine to the vineyard that afternoon but after receiving a phone call, the two of them ended up going to The Gentlemen's Club.

"You own a strip club?"

Katherine still could not wrap her head around the idea of Damien being the proprietor of a club where booby women wear clothes that were less than the size of their palms. They probably aren't even called clothes! For all she knew, they probably only wear band-aids!

"Yup. That's the one on the left and... a burlesque club on the right." He answered with both of his hands deep in his pockets as they stood outside of the posh-looking establishment. His head turned to Katherine and met her questioning glare — he found it so amusing that he chuckled.

Her face already said it all but she still had to voice it out, "Why?!"

Turning his head back to the club, he scanned the whole building and answered, "It was one of the decisions that my younger self, from years ago, thought was… brilliant."

Katherine knew that apart from the many resorts Damien owned, he had businesses here and there. But a strip club and a burlesque club? That was a whole new side of Damien.

"Come on, let's get this over with." He placed a hand at her back and they entered the strip club.

They were greeted by the loud music from the speakers of Beyoncé singing to Partition — and the first thing Katherine noticed was how classy the club was.

Her eyes went wide seeing waitresses parading around wearing plunging long sleeve cutout high cut one-piece bodysuit in black. While the strippers on stage were wearing glittery two-piece sets. Although it was shocking for her, she definitely found them all HOT — And the music in the background was only making her want to dance.

"What's wrong?" he whispered to her when she stopped moving. 

"It's the middle of the day, I thought strip clubs are only open in the evening?" 

Damien held her hand and had a smile on his face. "Darling, we're open 24/7."

"Hey, Boss…" a waitress just passed by with a sultry smile on her face and winked at Damien before she strutted in heels towards a table, balancing a tray of drinks on her hand.

Katherine looked up to Damien and a hint of smile was seen on his face as his eyes followed the waitress making her scowl.

"What?" He noticed her expression and he instantly read her mind. 

He nodded to the direction of the waitress. "The greeting was for me. But the wink was definitely for you." Katherine's head snapped to the side and saw the waitress smile at her.

Amused, he chuckled. He knew men would definitely admire his woman, however, he had again witnessed another woman finding Katherine attractive. "Let's go." Damien pulled her by the hand and headed towards an office. 

The manager of the club was an old man in his sixties and had been working there since Damien opened the business. He was currently going through a tough time as his wife recently divorced him, so he was a mess when they arrived. He was so drunk and no one could get near him because he would get violent and the only people who he listens to were Markus and Damien. 

However, Markus was currently nursing his sick mother in the hospital which was why he called earlier, leaving Damien no choice but to handle this mess. 

Damien brought the manager with so much effort to the restroom so the man could hurl while Katherine stayed outside, and waited for them while she played with her phone.

"How much for a lap dance?" A very drunk man in a sleek business suit came at her and grabbed her wrist, swaying from left to right — Katherine's phone fell on the floor from the forceful pull.

Surprised, she immediately swatted the man's hand away and snapped, "Back off!"

"You–" He swayed a finger at her, "I like feisty—"

Katherine was mortified when she felt a hand lightly brush the side of her thigh when she bent down to pick up her phone. 

"Hey!" She slapped his hand away and was just about to kick his groin when large hands gripped the drunk man's arm, twisted it behind his back and slammed him harshly to the wall.

"How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?" Damien growled as he kept the drunk man's face rammed on the wall. 

"W— aw!" The man winced.

"Your name and your company." Damien gritted his teeth.

"What? Who are —"

"Your name and your company!" Damien's cold tone made Katherine step back. 

The man instantly sobered and gave out his information before he was flung by Damien to the side and security guards kicked him out of the club. 

...

After the manager was sent home in a cab, Damien got inside his car where Katherine was waiting for him. He was still looking gloomy and had not spoken to her since earlier. 

He started the car and drove to the nearest cellphone shop, bought Katherine a new phone and sped to the hotel – all in less than an hour.

"I don't understand… are you mad at me?" Katherine asked as soon as she opened the door to the penthouse and turned to him.

Damien was visibly mad at something or someone or both but his unreadable expression was… well, unreadable. And Katherine didn't know how to pacify her man at that moment when he's not talking to her.

Pursing her lips together, she walked towards him slowly until she was half a foot away from him and looked up at him. "Boss—"

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" He trapped her in his arms and pulled her to him until she was pressed up against his front, making her gasp in surprise. 

Embracing her, he rested his cheek on the side of her head and sighed, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have brought you there. That was stupid."

Understanding what he meant, Katherine enveloped her arms around his waist, stroking his back. Her man was feeling guilty when she had already moved on from what happened. "I'm okay… and nothing happened. So don't worry about it anymore."

The scene played in Damien's mind and it only made him mad even more. "No, it's not okay. I don't like other men touching you."

"He barely even touched me."

No matter what, Damien was still pissed just thinking about it. He had already made a call earlier, got the man to lose his job and not receive any severance pay — and he still wasn't satisfied.

Tilting his head to the side, he caught a glimpse of Katherine's bare thighs and he swallowed. Without warning, she was scooped in his arms, making her yelp in surprise. "Ya! What are you doing?"

"I'll make you forget someone else's hand had touched you," he announced as he strode towards her bedroom.

Everything was so fast, Katherine wasn't able to utter a word when she was placed on her bed. She watched as Damien rolled up his sleeves and used wet wipes on one part of her thigh — where the man touched her.

The next thing she knew, he had raised that same leg and when she met his stare, she swore she saw fire in his eyes, making her swallow. 

"D-Damien… W-What are you going to do?"

"Punishing you for wearing that dress. I will have to reclaim your leg from here to here." He pointed her ankle and her mid-thigh. "If you make a noise..." He placed a kiss on her ankle.

The small contact of his lips on her skin was like electricity that shot through her abdomen. "W-What—"

"If you keep talking, I'll make it really slow for you, Kitten. Do you want that instead?"

Katherine instantly shut up. 

"I'm going to kiss you now, Katherine." 

Another kiss was placed above the skin where his lips were.

'Oh, my... Was he really going to kiss me 'til there?!' Her heart pounded in her chest and her toes curled when his lips brushed her skin once again — her eyes slid shut as the sensual sensation was making her want to scream.

'Oh, dear fallen angels… Why does your master think this is punishment when I'm clearly enjoying every bit of it?!'

Seeing her blush and biting her lip, Damien took pleasure in her expression. A sly smile played on his lips as he lowered them on her skin again.