Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Chapter 31: His Hot, Wet Mouth on My Finger

"Kill him." A man's low voice whispered into her ear, "Aim and pull the trigger! Now!"

The air around her was cold. Even his voice was cold. She could see herself breathing as she started to breathe faster when she saw her target through the scope.

"Kill him, Katherine," he urged once more.

She was startled by his voice that her hands began to tremble. Her right index finger hovered over the trigger but she just couldn't squeeze it.

"But I I can't" she feared.

"You can do it.

"I can't!"

"Just pull the damn trigger!" he yelled to her ear. His voice gave her a fright that she accidentally pulled the trigger.

*BANG!*

The sound of a gunshot woke her up from her nightmare just like the other night. Katherine gasped as she opened her eyes and was breathing heavily. She blinked a couple of times before she was able to adjust her eyes from the darkness of the storage room.

Getting up into a sitting position, she wiped the sweat on her forehead and reached for the water bottle on the side. "Great," she uttered when she saw that it was empty. She checked the time on her cell phone it was five minutes after midnight. She hated going out as the stairwell going up to the next floor was dark and eerie.

Wearing a white shirt, pajamas, and fluffy slippers, Katherine ambled from the storage room towards the snack station on the next floor up.

The only light in the station came from the vending machines on the right side of the room. After making sure that the coast is clear, she walked her way past the machines and went straight to the water dispenser that was in the corner. She took an unused glass from the rack and filled it up with water.

The night was a little chilly, but because of how Katherine woke up from that nightmare, she was feeling very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before downing the entire glass of water. She actually had to drink two full glasses to quench her thirst.

Feeling satisfied, she turned around wanting to wash the glass that she used but as soon as moved, she froze on her spot. Katherine was frightened to see the man now standing in front of her with a completely baffled expression.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest the moment that his expression turned dark and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Damien was wearing a loungewear set and a dark grey hooded robe over it.

Katherine felt like it was harder to breathe and swore she was choking on air! All of a sudden, her hand lost strength that the glass slipped out of it. The next second, the glass smashed on the floor surprising both of them.

In her panic, she stammered, "I- I- I'm sorry." She immediately bent down and picked up the shards of glass on the floor.

"Wait, no"

"Ah!"

It was too late, Damien's warning was useless when a piece of glass had already made a cut on her right index finger. She winced in pain.

"Sh*t, I just told you" Without second thoughts, Damien pulled her up from the floor, grabbed her injured finger and put it in his mouth. He sucked on it, making Katherine's eyes grew wide and her heart beat faster like a horse galloping on the field.

His hot, wet mouth circled around her delicate finger she gulped each time he sucked.

'His mouth his tongue I can feel them,' she gaped at him busily doing his thing as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

With every touch of his tongue relieving the small cut on her finger, she could feel a jolt of electricity shot through her, melting her insides.

Katherine did not know whether to stop him as it was making her feel hot and bothered or to leave him be for the exact same reason! Her problem was so huge. 'Someone help!'

"Who's there?!" A man's voice came from the hallway, his footsteps coming closer.

Surprised, Damien let go of her hand. In one swift motion, he pulled her body towards his and used his robe to wrap it around her so she was snuggled very closely to him.

The footsteps in the background came to a stop. "Show your face," said the security guard. It just so happened that he was doing his rounds and heard the noise.

"It's me, Bernard," Damien answered without turning around, his back facing the guard.

It was only then when Katherine realized that he was trying to shield her.

"President Park?" Bernard tilted his head and saw the back of his boss. "What are you doing here in the dark. Let me turn on"

"No, it's okay. I'm just here to get something." Damien took an empty glass using his left hand and filled it with water from the dispenser while his right arm was snuggly wrapped around Katherine, hiding her from the guard under his robe.

Inside Damien's robe, Katherine's soft body was pressed against his hard chest. She stood there motionless, afraid to even breathe as she closed her eyes and listened to their conversation.

She was feeling even warmer now that she was glued to him. It was comfortable yet she felt uneasy with the stranger's presence in the room.

"Are you sure?" The guard narrowed his eyes and saw the broken glass on the floor. "Let me help you with"

"No need, Bernard. I will take care of it. You can leave now." Damien firmly said, his voice sounded authoritative that the security guard straightened his back and responded, "Yes, sir."

When the guard finally left, Katherine and Damien were now alone.

"Is he gone?" she whispered with her eyes still closed.

Damien looked down at her, his eyes turning dark. "Mmm," he answered.

He heard her let out a sigh before her forehead fell on his chest. She was relieved.

A smile threatened to appear on his face because of their current position her soft body was pressed up against him. She was leaning against him although she wasn't aware of it, she was truly startled with the turn of events.

Though Damien enjoyed their proximity at the moment especially the way he was holding her, he still had questions that needed to be answered.

In a low raspy voice, he moved his lips just right next to her ear and spoke, "If you wanted to be cuddled, you could have just called me."

His seductive voice snapped her out of her reverie that she immediately pushed herself away from his embrace.

"I" she uttered as she backed away until her hips touched the counter. She stared back at him as he inched his way towards her.

Walking closer, Damien firmly planted his hands on the counter she was leaning on. His hands almost touching the sides of her hips; Katherine had nowhere to escape. He locked his gaze on her and asked, "So, Kitten, care to explain what you're doing here at this hour in your nightwear?"

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