Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 115 - No Touching

Returning his gaze to Katherine, Damien deepened his stare and told her, "Enough about him. I don't want you talking about that smiling idiot."

She raised a brow and suppressed a smile, she thought he was being silly. "That smiling idiot is your resort's model, you know?"

"And he'll stay that way as long as he keeps his distance from you."

Katherine looked at him and wondered how serious he was. Seeing her stare, Damien raised a brow and added, "What? You're mine."

She cackled upon hearing Damien say that to her face. He was being ridiculously adorable and her heart skipped a beat as she studied his expression. "If someone hears you right now, they would wonder how you became Crown Resort Group's president with the way you're being so possessive of me."

"Ha! If someone heard me right now, there's no doubt they would be proud of me! A president knows how to stake his claim and not allow others to take what is his away from him," Damien proudly said with his chin up - showing the arrogant man that he was.

Katherine could only look at him. She didn't know whether she should be proud of him or what. She loved that he was being possessive of her but to hear how he was so proud of it was beyond words for her.

Damien saw the look on her face. He imagined what was going on in her mind and he laughed. He was so glad that she was finally in front of him after days of separation. He had to make sure that she would go with him on the next business trip or else he wouldn't know what else would greet him the next time he comes back home.

Pulling her close, he captured her lips with his. And tenderly, he kissed her.

"It's so good to be home to you, love."

Damien whispered into her lips, cupping her face and kissing her again. Katherine loved what she just heard. His voice and his words were like a blanket that saddled her up warm and nice. She responded to his kisses and pressed herself to him, hugging him even closer. G.o.d, she missed him.

His hand that was cupping her face slid down to her arm… to her side… and settled on her waist, squeezing her lightly until his hand found the seam of the s.h.i.+rt that she was wearing. He slid his hand under the fabric and touched her bare skin. Slowly, he ran his hand on her side, brus.h.i.+ng her skin with his warm hand up to cup her breast.

However, just before he could touch the curve, Katherine slapped his hand away. "No touching!"

Shocked, Damien pulled back and furrowed his brows. "What?! Why? Yes… touching!" He tried to roam his hand back again but she pushed his hand away again. 

"No more than kissing for you. That's your punishment," she told him resolutely.

"Whyyyyy…" he whined like a child whose toy was taken away from him. "Why do I need a punishment? I'm a good boy!"

Katherine knitted her brows at him. "No, you aren't. You were mean earlier." 

"But I thought you forgave me already…" Damien kissed her on the lips. "You said you missed me…"

Pus.h.i.+ng him gently, she replied, "Yes, but you will still face your punishment. You can't do anything more than kissing." She was feeling superior at the moment, thinking that she had controlled the King. She wanted to give herself a pat on the head.

Hearing what she said, Damien couldn't control his urge to outsmart her, so a sly smile formed on his face.

Without warning, he flipped on top of her, held both of her hands above her head and trapped her underneath him — he was so swift that she was caught off guard and didn't know what had happened until she felt his weight on her.

"Oh, really? You know… that wouldn't really work on me." Damien dragged his gaze from her eyes down to her nose and then to her lips very slowly, making him really seductive that Katherine felt like she just fell into his trap again — a trap that he didn't even set.

"What are you doing?"

He lowered his lips until it was just an inch away from hers and continued, "Or perhaps… I could just make use of 'kissing only'..."

Damien pressed his lips to hers ever so gently. Brus.h.i.+ng them with soft strokes that it tickled her until his kisses moved to her jaw and then to her neck. "No touching? I'm totally okay with this… I don't have to touch you like this, right? I could just use my mouth… no problem." 

Katherine couldn't move as he was holding her in place. The only thing she could do was pant.

His lips moved lower until he found the base of her throat. He flicked his tongue and heard her moan, making the corner of his lips curl slightly upward. 

He kissed her chest, his mouth only making contact with the fabric of the s.h.i.+rt. He placed weighted kisses as he moved to the peak of her breast and he playfully bites it, his teeth grazing over the s.h.i.+rt — even so, Katherine could feel every agonizing and sensual feeling that his mouth did to her.

She could feel her core tighten and her abdomen sunk because of his advances.

Slightly raising his gaze above him, he saw her having a flushed face and biting her bottom lip. Satisfied, he moved back to her lips and kissed her deeply before he told her in a low, hoa.r.s.e voice, "You can't threaten me like that, Katherine."

Tilting his head, Damien inched his lips to the side and brushed them to her ear as he spoke, "Also, you can't be the only one giving punishment. For making me feel bad earlier, you're not allowed to even touch me. So unless you lift your so-called punishment on me, you can only watch me from now on… no touching, Kitten."

His hot breath on her ear just sent her to the edge. But upon hearing what he said, she suddenly became anxious.

Damien lifted himself off until he was kneeling in front of her. Reaching his back, he pulled the s.h.i.+rt over his head and gave her a second to look at him before he got off the sofa. "I'm gonna take a long, warm bath…"

Katherine swallowed and watched him as he walked up the flight of stairs. He saw her reaction and he just had to add, "You can join me if you want." 

Damien disappeared into his bedroom. The only sound that Katherine could hear was the loud drumming of her heart in her chest.

Her man was too dangerous. How could she possibly outplay him?