Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress 353 Some Dessert**

The world spun around in Katherine's lusted mind. There were so many things that wanted to pull her away from this but a big part of her just wanted to push it down and away. 

Damien's hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck and down to her throat paired with his naughty hands that were everywhere on her sent dangerous jolts through her core.

They were in the dark stairwell for Pete's sake! Just exiting through the door and they should be out and find themselves in her penthouse. But even five steps out the metal door was one too many steps.

She slipped her hands under his t-shirt, her palms connecting with his abdominal muscles—sculpted, hard, and tempting. Pulling him impossibly closer, there was nothing in between them except their clothes. His lips found hers again and when his tongue flicked the roof of her mouth, they moaned together. 

"I missed you…" he breathed in between kisses.

Katherine was just about to respond when her eyes caught a blinking red LED light on the corner. The security cameras. "Damien…"

He followed her gaze and saw what she noticed. His brows furrowed in annoyance and very swiftly, he pulled out his phone. Opening an app that was connected to the building's security system, he typed the passcode and tapped his screen a few times. In the next second, the lights on the stairwell went off—including the cameras on the stairwell connecting the 61st and 62nd floor. 

Katherine didn't know what he did as she wasn't able to see his phone screen. She watched as he put his phone back in his back pocket like what he just did was a normal thing to do and took her mouth again. She could have asked him a million questions she had in her head at the moment but she was heavily intoxicated by his scent and by her lust. Nothing was more important than this.

Hooking her arms around his neck, she deepened their kiss as Damien trapped her with his thigh between her legs. She pushed the trench coat off him until it dropped on the floor. She whimpered when he tightened his grasp on her waist, pulling her down to his thigh and rubbing her apex through their jeans. And just equally, she could feel how hard he had gotten through the bulge on his pants that was pressing against her.

Katherine was about to go crazy. Her body got hotter by the second and Damien just made it deliciously dangerous. They still had their clothes on yet she was already almost reaching her climax.

The button of her jeans popped and the zipper glid down. Her mind hadn't even registered what was happening when his skillful fingers descended, rubbing her clit through her soft, silk panties. He groaned upon finding her soaking wet.

Katherine clenched his shoulders, moaning at the same time that their tongues danced together. His fingers circled and pressed and stroked through the unwanted silk that's still covering her.

Damien pulled back a little, resting his forehead to hers and panting as he drawled in a seductive and rough voice, "Let me make you come."

There was no way Katherine would say no. There just wasn't. Not when she was this damn close and this perfect man was going to give it to her. She'd be an ultimate fool to decline. 

A small nod was what he only needed from her before he tugged her jeans and underwear down her thighs. And without warning, he slipped in a finger, earning a cry from her mouth that he trapped by pressing his lips to hers.

His other hand wandered and slid under her shirt, playing with her breast while he added a second finger inside her. His expert fingers pumped and swirled, hitting her G-spot just perfectly. She gripped his back harder, her toes curling as she was rising up and almost falling over the edge of euphoria.

Katherine brought her hands down and started unbuttoning his jeans—she had to do something with her hands. She skimmed a hand down his erection and cupped him through his boxer briefs. He groaned and hastened the pace of his fingers inside her.

She broke their kiss panting and her head fell on his shoulder. She was getting dizzy from the frenzy as her heart rammed against her ribcage, it was difficult to breathe. She started to rub him, matching his movements but he groaned and caught her wrist.

"Stop or I'm going to come," he hissed, gathering her hands and placing them above her head, his large hand holding her wrists in place against the cold wall.

"Ride my hand, baby," he breathed, his voice laced with a roughness that she enjoyed. So dominating and yet she loved it.

The only light coming from the small glass window of the door was enough to give them some light. She looked up and met his blazing and intense eyes. He wanted to see her come apart. He was already rock hard and she had wanted to take care of him too but there he was, wanting to satisfy her—and wanting to watch her while she orgasms.

Katherine locked their gazes as she bucked and rolled her hips, grinding against his hand and meeting his pumps. He sped up, thrusting in and out of her as she rode his hand just like he told her to.

"Damien…" she panted, chasing her peak. And then she screamed his name again as she shattered all over his hand and her voice echoed in the empty stairwell. She watched him watching her as she quaked, relishing the sinful and out-of-this-world taste of high.

His fingers slowly ran along her slit, letting her ride out her orgasm before he pulled out completely. And through their heated stares, he brought the index and middle digits that were inside her just now up to his lips and sucked her juices clean from his fingers. The sight of Damien doing that in front of her was so hot that she almost came again.

He let go of her hands and she was about to reach for his waistband when he shook his head. "Next time." With a handkerchief, he wiped his hand and then the mess between her legs. He pocketed the handkerchief when he was done and put his trench coat on her after she pulled her pants up. 

"Why?" she wondered. She was spent. She just had the most amazing orgasm in months and he wouldn't let her return the favor. What's up with this guy? She could still feel the tremors in her core and she had to lean into him for support.

His arms came around her naturally, holding her up as her legs became jelly while she had to catch her breath. He smiled at the thought of her wanting to relieve him but more than his desires for himself, he really just wanted to satisfy her first. He found pleasure whenever she finds hers. "We don't have time, the cameras will be up again pretty soon, we need to get out of here," he said.

Right. The cameras. How did he do that? Katherine wanted to ask but she didn't have the energy. She made a groggy mental note to ask him about it later if she could remember. "Mm…"

"Can you walk?"

"I think my legs forgot how to function." Her voice was a muffled noise against his chest.

Damien's shoulders shook when he chuckled and then he wordlessly lifted her up, carrying her bridal style out of the stairwell and towards her penthouse. 

As soon as the door closed behind them, the lights and cameras from the stairwell turned on. And the door lock beeped, ending their little detour.

"Do you want to stay for dessert? There's some ice cream in the freezer," Katherine mumbled. She nuzzled on his neck, inhaling her favorite scent while her eyes were closed as they entered the foyer of her penthouse.

With a mischievous grin on his face, he whispered above her, "I already had dessert."

She smiled against his skin. Ah. Some dessert.

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