Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 128 - Torrid Kisses

Pearl Gardens

The house was a beautiful modern home. Refined with luxurious warmth and fine interiors, it had an impeccable design. 

The walls were made of concrete and gla.s.s allowing abundant and natural lighting inside. And at night, the walls of gla.s.s on the second floor where the master bedroom was located presented a mesmerizing view of sparkling city lights. 

It truly was a breathtaking home — which was why Katherine had a really hard time saying no to it.

She learned that this was only one of the many properties that Damien owned, however, he particularly chose this one because it wasn't very far from the center of the city — the security was tight and it was also a quiet neighborhood.

In the living room, Katherine laid on the plush sofa as she watched a random cooking channel while Damien sat on one end, reading an article from a tablet with his right hand while his left occasionally gave light squeezes to her feet every time it would brush on his lap like a cat demanding for a belly rub..

It was eleven in the morning and she was already feeling drowsy. She glanced at her man and smiled as she admired the way he looked with eyegla.s.ses on. Damien only wore them occasionally and when he did, he looked like a hot nerd — smart and s.e.xy.

Noticing the stare she was giving him, he turned his head towards her and met her slightly sleepy eyes, making him chuckle.

"How are you sleepy at this hour?" he asked, setting the tablet down on the side table and using both of his hands to ma.s.sage her calves and heels. His hands were like magic and she was enchanted. 

Katherine yawned and sighed. "You woke me up so early today… you know I always sleep in on Sat.u.r.days." She pouted.

"That was 6 am… Compared to the previous days, we already started later. At least over here, we don't have to avoid people. That was what you wanted, right?" he probed. The neighborhood was quiet and the people there aren't as nosy as the ones in the hotel as they respected each other's privacy.

She wanted to avoid being seen together, therefore, she chose to work out very early in the morning at the hotel. But since they moved in to the new house last night, Damien woke her up for a run in the neighborhood at a later time than what they have initially agreed upon.

"Yeah… but can't we have a break on weekends? I just want to rest..." Katherine pulled a square pillow and placed it over her face. "My legs are sore… and I'm bored."

Chuckling, Damien lifted her leg and placed a kiss on her s.h.i.+n. "Really? Do you want to go somewhere later?"

Lifting the pillow up from her face, she stared at him. "What do you have in mind? I don't mind going anywhere, it's a quiet Sat.u.r.day."

He gently squeezed the ball of her foot, "Oh baby, you can't say that."

"What?"

"You can't say something like that… If you do, something will definitely happen to disrupt it."

Katherine scoffed. "That's not true… Do you really believe that? What could possibly happen?"

Just then, they heard some truck noises outside the house, causing both of their heads to snap towards it. "What's that?" she asked.

Damien craned his neck to see through the windows. "It looks like someone just moved in across the street. That's strange…" He had asked Markus to check all the surrounding properties in Pearl Gardens and he was sure that they were already purchased years ago and people already lived in them. So why was there a moving truck?

The doorbell rang and Katherine's smile widened. "Ugh, such good timing! I'm famished." She bit her lip as she imagined the food they ordered. Their pantry was still pretty much empty so they decided to have their food delivered for lunch instead.

He carefully swung her legs off the sofa and got up. "I'll go grab my wallet. You can check the gate."

Katherine skipped as she headed outside and met the delivery guy. She checked the contents of the bag, making sure they got their orders correctly. A movement from across the street caused her to turn her head and saw someone she did not expect to see.

Matthew Jeong stood tall next to a van, looking bored as he waited for the movers to unload his things inside the house. Just like her, his head instinctively turned to the side and met her stare. There was a good 12 meters between them and it was enough to recognize each other.

"Katherine?" He removed his sungla.s.ses and narrowed his eyes at her. Seeing her bare face, an image of his first love's smiling face flashed in his mind, causing his heart to thump in his chest. Before he knew it, his feet had already started crossing the street and stopped at her gate. "You're here…"

"Mr. Jeong…" She was too surprised to see him there. "You're moving in?"

"Uh… Yeah… Um…" Matthew thought that fate was playing tricks on him. "Do you live here?"

'Stop it, Matt. She's not your Katherine. You already buried her years ago.' His heart was hammering in his chest.

"We just moved in last night. What a coincidence..." She had a bad feeling that Damien was not going to like this.

Just as she thought of that, the devil appeared behind the door. His eyes instantly landed on the tall man in front of Katherine. His jaw clenched as he approached and handed the cash to the delivery guy, all without breaking his stare from Matthew. "Mr. Jeong, I did not expect to see you here."

Matthew turned to face Damien and he slightly bowed his head to greet. "Good morning, President Park. I didn't know you live here too. I just moved in today." He jerked his thumb behind him towards the house across the street.

Damien saw past Matthew's shoulder and saw the movers. "You're moving in?" He maintained an unreadable expression despite the irritation that he was feeling. Nope, he wasn't annoyed. He just wanted to kick him in the face and throw him across the street.

"Yes. It's my aunt's house but she mostly stays overseas. She thought of selling it as she doesn't stay here a lot but… we agreed that I would rent it instead as I was looking for a place to live." 

"Huh… What a coincidence." Damien draped a protective arm over Katherine's shoulder. 'My love, this is what you call a quiet Sat.u.r.day? Your pretty mouth is going to get it.'

"Matt," The manager called him from the door of his house.

"I should go. It's nice seeing you, President Park… Katherine." His gaze lingered for a second as he offered a polite smile and turned around. Matthew didn't know whether it was good or bad luck. Was he going to keep seeing them there? He breathed in and wondered if he should start seeing his therapist again.

Damien lowered his arm and walked back inside the house with Katherine following behind. She could see the change in his expression and sensed the dampening of his mood, making her nervous as she walked inside the house.

As soon as Damien set the food down on the table and Katherine had entered the house, he closed the door and pushed her back against the wall, trapping her with his hands on her shoulders. His eyes bore into hers for a few seconds and without warning, he ducked his head and his lips aimed for hers. 

She was stunned by how hard he was kissing her yet she could not help herself but respond. His kisses were torrid, his tongue a.s.saulting her own in a duel — he was sucking, nipping, and licking her lips, making her whimper as his hands found the curves of her b.u.m before they slid up to her waist… then cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, giving them a squeeze before he reluctantly pulled back. She was left gasping for air as her face was flushed with arousal.

His eyes were smoldering and dark as they stared into her like arrows. "This is what you call a quiet Sat.u.r.day?" he huffed. "You should never say that again, Kitten."

Katherine's eyes were still hazy from his advances. She didn't understand what just happened… Was that a punishment? Or a reward? Because she was sure leaning towards the latter.

She tried so hard to shake the jitters away but the way Damien was looking at her was dangerous, as though he was going to devour her if he wasn't better than his self-control. 

Exhaling out a sigh of relief, she tentatively slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, smiling at him to soothe his sour mood. And with clear and sincere eyes, she told him in a soft voice, "Mr. Park, in my eyes, there is only you."

"Good. It better be-" Damien dipped his head and captured her lips once again but this time, his kisses were soft and gentle, taking care of her lips like they were a treasure - a total opposite of what he just did earlier.