Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 41 - Give It To Me Or I'll Shoot

Damien could smell the alcohol and her sweet scent mixed together. Her lips that were now an inch away from his looked extremely tempting. All he had to do was to lean forward — he could claim her and finally taste what he had been wanting to taste. 

He clenched his jaw when he felt her hands brush his nape - her every touch was making him walk to the edge of his death as he controlled himself, not wanting to take advantage of her drunken state.

His hands even stopped moving and was only holding her up to keep her from swaying. His already hardened member greeting him in a salute didn't seem to realize the danger that they were in — if anything, he may have even found the situation stimulating.

Damien could very well handle Katherine if he didn't have to worry about hurting her in the process. He grew up learning martial arts and deadly tactics because he was forced when his father was still alive. So Katherine's knife skill, though impressive, he found it cute.

Katherine's long, delicate fingers slid down to his collar and found his tie. "I feel hot… Don't you feel hot?" She held the tie with her left hand and loosened it a little bit, "You should take your s.h.i.+rt off… starting with this." With one swift and smooth motion, she yanked his tie off his neck in a quick second — faster than he could blink, creating a swis.h.i.+ng sound as it did. 

Damien softly chuckled right after. "I see your untying skills are still remarkable."

She placed the tie around her neck and resumed, "Mhmm…" The knife in her hand traveled towards his chest. "You have a really pretty b.u.t.ton. But this one's on the way… you should take this off too." With one flick of her wrist, the knife cut the thread along with a small part of his s.h.i.+rt and the b.u.t.ton fell to the floor. "Oops." She giggled.

Damien sighed. There goes his nine hundred dollar dress s.h.i.+rt. Should he start counting Katherine's damages?

He lifted his hand up to her face and waved her purse. "Your phone's inside."

As if a child with a short attention span, Katherine's eyes lit when she saw her purse and as soon as her focus was somewhere else, Damien took the chance and removed the knife from her hand. 

"You found it!" She grabbed her purse and opened it as if she was looking for something inside, forgetting that she initially wanted her phone. While she was distracted, Damien walked past her, hid the knives from his counter and placed it inside the topmost cabinet.

The first thing that caught Katherine's interest was her lipstick. Opening the cap, she twisted the tube fully and applied it on her lips as if she was ready to go clubbing. 

Tossing her purse to the side, she followed Damien to the kitchen and nearly tripped. He practically jolted forward until he saw her giggle and steady herself. "You're going to be the death of me, Kitten." 

Walking towards her, he just realized again that she was half-naked. "Aren't you cold? Why did you take your clothes off?" He sighed, retrieved his coat from the hallway and placed it back on her shoulder, closing the b.u.t.ton so it will stay in place.

"But it's hot." 

Katherine wanted to take it off but Damien stopped her, "I swear if you take that off, you will sleep outside."

He gave her a stern look and his expression made her pout. "Take off your shoes or you'll trip again."

"I don't wanna." She crossed her arms.

As soon as she finished her words, Damien hoisted her up and made her sit on the kitchen island — she gasped in surprise but did not protest.

Without saying anything else, Damien removed her shoes.

"You are such a nice man, my good-smelling boss!" Katherine brightly smiled and jumped off the counter. Once her feet were steady on the floor, she tiptoed and gave him a smack on the cheek!

Damien was surprised by what she just did and so he narrowed his eyes at her. This woman… how could she kiss him just like that? What if it wasn't him with her right now?

"Oops!" She giggled when she saw the lipstick mark on his face. "Let me remove it for you." She smudged the lipstick stain on his cheek with her thumb but it only spread out.

"Kitten…" He clenched his jaw. "Are you having so much fun?"

"Why… yes!" She smiled. "Why do you call me Kitten, by the way?" She walked around him, her fingers lazily brus.h.i.+ng his body as she did. "Is that some kind of a fetish?"

"Hmmm…" She stopped just behind him, her lips almost touching his ears when she continued, "Do you like kitties?" She blew against his earlobe making him stiffen including his little friend who hasn't relaxed since earlier. "Or do you like it when they…. Meeeeooow."

Turning around with a perplexed expression, Damien probed, "Did you just meow?"

Giggling, Katherine placed her hands on his chest. "I can do it again."

"Meow!"

Damien brushed her hands away and his eyes darkened as he spoke, "That's it. You're going to bed. Now."

"But I'm hungry." She protested.

She was really testing his patience but he still asked anyway. "Fine, what do you want to eat?"

"Chocolates." 

"It's late for chocolates."

Inching closer, a teasing smile appeared on her face. "Well… if you don't give me what I want," she started before scratching his chest gently and letting out a purr. "I can always… meo-"

Damien covered her mouth in haste. "Fine. Just stop meowing. G.o.d." He bit out.

Getting what she wanted, Katherine happily climbed up the kitchen island and swung her legs, waiting for Damien to give her a bar of chocolate from the fridge.

"Just one." He remarked. "And then you're going to bed."

She s.n.a.t.c.hed the chocolate from his hand and ran to the living room, slumped on the sofa and started eating. She was extremely hyper and wobbly at the same time.

Just then, Damien's phone rang. He talked on the phone for a bit before stepping into his office to retrieve something. The phone call lasted for two minutes and when he came back, Katherine was no longer on the sofa.

"Katherine," he called. 

Hearing the noise from the kitchen, he followed the sound and found her rummaging through the fridge, throwing out food and bottles on the floor and making a mess.

"What are you doing?" He walked closer.

"Chocolates." She bit her lip and her eyes brightened when she saw what she was looking for. "Ah… here you are!"

She was just about to tear open the wrap when Damien jerked it away from her. "Wasn't I clear? Bed. Now."

Slowly turning her head towards him, Katherine's eyes were intense as if she wanted to kill. "Give me back my chocolate!" 

"Why don't you take it from me?" Damien said with a devilish smirk on his flawless face. But if he thought that Katherine was thinking like he did earlier, that's where he was wrong. Because as soon as his words left his mouth, Katherine reached out and grabbed his s.h.i.+rt. 

She tugged it off tearing his s.h.i.+rt in the process at the same time that Damien backed away. Picking up an apple from the counter, she threw it towards him but he simply swatted the fruit away. "I don't wanna hurt you, Katherine. Just calm down."

"Oh, you're going down." Katherine pounced on him but Damien was quicker, avoiding her attack. She tried again but still failed, making him chuckle as though he was obviously amused by what's happening.

Breathing deeply, she reached out for the banana on the fruit basket and pointed it towards him. "Give it to me or I'll shoot."

Damien's brow twitched seeing the sight in front of him; he was both entertained and annoyed. Feeling the urge to play with her, he raised his hands up as if he was surrendering, "Put that down or someone could get hurt."

She held her hand out asking for the chocolate without saying anything.

For the nth time, he sighed, running his hand on his face in frustration. "I'll give this to you but you're going to bed."

As soon as Katherine had her hands on the chocolate, Damien lifted her in his arms and carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket while she was still eating the second chocolate bar. 

There were a lot of things that he wanted to say to her but found it pointless. Who would have thought that it was this exhausting to take care of a drunk Katherine?