305 Exposed*

"Would you like me to remind you how you sound when I make you come?"

Damien's words rang in Katherine's ear. He only said it once but it echoed several times as though it was haunting her. 

Was he really going to punish her? Why? How? She wanted to know. She was dying to know.

Back at the elevator, she had so much in mind that all she wanted was to get the matter over and done with. But his persistence came too strong for her that she found it annoying. Thus, she did the first thing that came to her mind: Annoy him.

Except she did more than just annoy Damien. She had set off a bomb that was due to explode anytime and what she did—not only triggered the explosive within him but also set his mood so high only to be thrown in cold water. Literally.

Katherine didn't really have control over the situation. What happened in the pool was an accident. But what happened in the elevator… she was guilty. She herself couldn't believe she did something so bold like that in front of Damien of all people. But that was because he wouldn't let go of her! After faking the orgasm, didn't he let go of her? He was even rendered speechless.

And because of that, she was now in trouble. But being trapped between Damien's arms, was it really that bad?

Up close, Katherine could see his flawless skin. The sharpness of his nose and his defined jawline made him look so manly while his soft, and now wet lips were so kissable that Katherine had a hard time keeping her eyes off them. What would happen if she just leaned forward and had a taste?

So tempting… So…

'What is that?' Her eyes were drawn to the ink art on his body. No, it wasn't the "onyx." one near his shoulder. There was something by his V-line but she couldn't see it clearly. She was about to ask him about it when he called her attention.

"Eyes up here, Kitten," he said and her eyes shot upward to his. "You've wounded me. Do you know that?"

He had his hopes up back then when she started acting so possessive of him only to find out she was acting. And the elevator… his jaw tensed. "You have no idea. Do you?"

"What?"

"You've been very cruel…" Damien held the side of her neck and tugged her hair gently to the side thereby exposing her neck. Leaning forward, he ran his nose from the base of her throat going up to her ear while his lips lightly brushed along her skin as he did. "Now what should I do with you?"

The touch of his nose and lips along her neck sent jolts of electricity down her core, making her wet. Everything intensified when she remembered that underneath her robe, she was naked. The thought made her clench her robe and curl her toes.

The warmth of his breath fanning her ear made her let out a gasp. She was helpless and Damien hadn't even done anything yet.

Katherine couldn't answer. All she could do was stare back at him and anticipate his next move. And as if he was reading her thoughts, he revealed a devilishly, sexy smile at her as he tugged the tie on her robe, releasing it from its knot. The ties fell and the robe opened, exposing her bare in front of him.

She felt like there was no air in the room for how she was having difficulty breathing. Baring her nakedness to him, she felt cold and hot at the same time. For the first time in a while, she was uncovered in front of Damien. 

And he wouldn't even look at her.

Damien was staring at her eyes while he was very much aware that her body was already exposed to him. His hard-on proved he was a man but even so, he did not look at her body and kept his gaze locked with hers. "How about now?" he asked but she still remained mute.

Realizing that she wasn't going to say anything, he added, "You're awfully quiet right now. What happened to that coquettish girl in the elevator? Where has she gone to? Surely she's hiding there somewhere… Should I bring her out?"

Katherine swallowed and then chewed on her bottom lip, afraid of what idiotic words that might come out of her if she wouldn't stop herself. She bit her lip harder when Damien's fingers traced her collarbone, causing tingling sensations on her sensitive skin.

"How do you want it to be, Kitten?" he asked, his fingers slowly going down towards her breast. "Would you believe if I tell you that I can make you come by only touching this?" He circled the pad of his finger around her erect nipple—only slightly grazing the tip of her bud.

She panted and her eyes closed involuntarily at the same time that her hand flew to his arm that was still holding the island counter, gripping him hard when she thought she was about to lose herself with his touch. She could feel herself getting damper the more that he touched her.

He pressed his forehead to hers, trying to restrain himself as he was also having a hard time while making it hard for her. This was supposed to be a punishment for her… Why was he also suffering?

"Damien…" a breathy moan escaped her lips. What he was doing to her was evil… and yet she was looking forward to what else he was going to do. It was as if she was expecting this punishment. His 'punishments' before felt good. Would it be the same now?

Hearing her call his name like a plea, Damien almost crumbled. If he lets go of his self-control, he could take her right here… right now. But should he?

"Mm… I know what you want." He slid his hand on her side down to her thigh. "I missed how soft you are…" He buried his face on her shoulder at the same time that she threw her arms around his back.

His hand moved so slowly on her body, leaving a trail of fire as his hand caressed her skin gently. She felt his hand travel from her thigh back up to her hips and slowly making its way to the triangle zone of her front. His fingers were so close… just a little bit more southward and she could finally feel him down there. She probably lost her restraint right at this moment because she couldn't help but push her groin towards him, unable to wait.

"Do you feel cold now, Kitten?" he asked, his lips brushing against the part where her shoulder and neck meets. She nuzzled on his 'onyx.' tattoo.

She wanted to say 'yes'. She wanted to tell him, "Yes, I'm cold. Please warm me up". However, all she could do was nod.

The next thing she knew, she felt Damien dig his teeth into her. He bit her. It was painful but it was the beautiful kind of pain mixed with pleasure. He didn't bite her too hard but he could have—to release his frustration. Her fingers dug into his back and then she felt him lick the part that he just bit, soothing her skin from the bite.

Just when his fingers started to move towards the spot where she ached for him, they stopped. And the next thing she heard made her stomach drop.

"Good. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

And then he was gone.

He pulled away from her, turned around and left.

He meant it literally. His revenge left her cold.

Exposed. Aching. And frustrated.

What. An. Ass.