Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Chapter 432: Damien's New Pocket Square

The intoxicating smell of Damien's Eau de Parfum assaulted Katherine's nose in the most luxurious way. She liked the way it lingered around him; his natural scent alone that she already loved mixed with the scent of bergamot, citrus, and apple only made him smell even more heavenly.

She wasn't always this attentive to scents, but there was just something about Damien that made her crave him. Her desire was awakened and she had never experienced this with anyone else before. Was she crazy? Maybe she was. But that's okay, he just told her that she was his kind of crazy anyway.

A slow smile formed on her lips when her crazy switch flipped on. 'He wanted crazy I'll show him crazy'

As if on cue, the music in the background changed into something that only made her 'crazy plan' even better. Though it was a revised version, Katherine recognized the song. It was Havana by Camila Cabelloa salsa-inspired mid-tempo pop song with R&B-pop beats. 'Setting the mood Perfect,' she thought.

Taking both of his hands, she placed them on her waist and she started to slowly sway her hips, her hands resting on his chest as she gazed at him. Casually, she started, "Thanks for arranging the team who helped me prepare earlier"

"It's nothing. Did you like it?" Damien lowered his gaze to her delicate fingers that were toying with the lapels of his tux.

"Mhmm" she slowly slid her hand up to his neck, subtly grazing the tips of her fingers on his skin. He clenched his jaw at the same time that he squeezed her waist, and she knew that she hit the spot. 'Step 1,' she said to herself.

"I enjoyed it. I felt like I was in a spa" Katherine smiled a seductive onesubtle yet alluring. "But did you know that I also went to a spa while you were away?"

"You did?"

"Mhmm" The soft, sexy humming of her voice made him swallow. They were close enough to each other, and away from the speakers that they were able to talk normally without the need to shout. The small movement in his throat indicated that she had just completed 'Step 2'.

"I had a leg massage I got my nails done and"

Just the mention of her legstwo of his favorite parts of heralready made his eyes wander down to the soft V of her cleavage. "And?" he probed, his voice getting weaker.

Katherine leaned towards him, her lips brushing ever so faintly against the skin below his ear as she said in a sultry voice, "I had waxing done too Brazilian"

Damien closed his eyes when his imagination went wildthe image of Katherine on his bed all naked, bare, and ready for him. Her boldness was welcomed but they were in the middle of the dance floor with hundreds of people for fck's sake! If she kept this on, he wouldn't know what he would do. He'd have to have herand soon.

"Why are you telling me this now, Kitten?" he grunted, holding her closer than ever. 

'Step 3, check.'

"Just 'cuz Why, Damien? Are you thinking about me right now?" Katherine didn't need to ask, and she didn't wait for him to answer. She put some distance between them and she sensed his hesitation when he still kept her at an arm's length. Locking her gaze with his, she started swaying her arms in sync with her hips. 

The way she danced in front of him was classy, yet sexy. Her movements reminded him of something but he brushed it away from his thoughts quickly and focused on the way she smiled at him. A smile that wasn't like her usual charming one. It was a smile of confidence laced with fatalityit was as though she was sure that whatever she was doing, he got him hooked.

When he thought that she was done with her teasing, she suddenly inched closer and asked him, "Damien Are you familiar with the French brand 'La Folie'?"

He creased his brows, unsure where she was getting at. "You mean, La Folie, the House of Lingerie? Why?"

"Uh-huh. I went shopping too..."

"What did you get?" His eyes lowered to her body again, wondering if she was wearing what she bought.

Sliding his hands down to her hips so that they sat atop the sides of her underwear, she told him, "Une culotte systme aimant." (A panty with a magnetic system.)

"What?" 

Just as he asked, she placed her hands on top of his, and with one swift nudge of her fingers, the magnets of her underwear unclaspedthe movement happening below his fingertips. His eyes widened, realizing what she just did. Katherine wore magnetic underwear and judging by what just happened, the magnetic clasps were released. She then slightly moved his hands upward, releasing the underwear and letting it fall on the floor. 'Step 4.'

Damien's heart was about to jump out of his chest. His instant reaction was to cover her but before he could even move, she had already bent down and picked up her underwear from the floor ever so casually as if she was just picking up a ballpen she dropped. And to add to his already shocked expression, she tucked her lacy underwear into the front pocket of his tuxedo as she nonchalantly said, "You dropped your pocket square, Mr. Park..."

His eyes landed on the lacy fabric that was now sticking out from the left pocket of his tux. She fixed it, so that it actually looked like a normal pocket square on his tux.

Katherine's underwearthe one she just wore, was fcking sticking out of his front pocket for the whole world to see. That wasn't even the most shocking point. It's the fact that she wasn't wearing any anymore.

Damien drifted his eyes and caught hers. He was already unbuttoning his coat as he spoke in a hushed tone, "Have you gone mad, Kitten? Your dress It's light your underwear... People will"

"I need you, Damien" Her voice was anything but needy.

Katherine had a resolved expression on her face. She wanted him tonight, and she would make sure she gets it. "You better do something fast or they will start noticing I'm not wearing any..."