365 His Femme Fatale

Seeing Katherine's brazen taunting, Damien tilted his head and unabashedly skimmed her sexy back that's been displayed for him so temptingly. He ran the tip of his tongue on his bottom lip, thinking of different ways to take her if he gave into temptations. Should he take her like this, or flip her and put her on the counter and—'What the hell are you thinking right now? This is what she wants! This is her revenge and you're falling for it!' he scolded himself.

Softly chuckling to himself for where his mind had wandered off to, he took steps towards her until he was directly behind her—the bulge on his pants a hair's breadth away from her perky bottom that she so proudly showcased in front of him. She must have noticed that he came over because she turned her head sideways and peeked over her shoulder to look up at him. And damn if that didn't make him even go impossibly harder.

Katherine turned her focus back to the Glock that was in front of her—and not the Glock that Damien was currently sporting in his pants.

"Ready for round three?" she asked with a knowing smile on her face before a gasp escaped her mouth. He had pressed himself behind her—she could feel him beneath his clothes. How long had he been like this? A large hand gripped her hips, kept her in place and froze her on the spot.

But if she thought that he would make a move on her—more than this, that's where she was wrong. Because just then, Damien leaned forward, purposefully pressing harder against her backside to reach for the paper target above them. He replaced the paper with a new one and pressed a button to deliver the target back in place. 

He watched the target carrier move and then lowered himself towards her, slightly moving the earmuffs on her head to whisper, "I know what you're doing, Kitten. But I can still handle myself. The question is… Can you?" He carefully set her earmuffs back in place and then moved away from her to replace the paper target on her lane.

Katherine's face was flushed and she audibly swallowed. Her heart beat so erratically in her chest because of Damien's devious moves. What did she expect to happen? That she would be able to throw him off his game just like what he did to her? She straightened up and turned to watch him work on her lane, her brows furrowed in slight annoyance that her retaliation didn't seem to work. But then her eyes lowered on his pants and she smirked. And judging his body's reaction, it looked like it did.

She slapped the loaded magazine on Damien's weapon and when he came back, she carefully handed the gun back to him. He knew what he did, so he suggested to do another round, and she wouldn't want to let it go. Naturally, she took advantage of it and returned the favor.

"Thanks." He smiled his boyish smile.

Damien shivered from her light touch on his skin. He took a deep breath and rolled his neck from side to side in an attempt to shake off the lustful thoughts and sensations clawing his entire being. Damn this woman. 

"Ready?" she started. Damien didn't respond and so she chuckled and started firing her shots. He followed soon after.

The last round ended quite fast and Katherine was satisfied with her performance this time. So when the paper targets traveled towards them, she kept her gaze centered on Damien's paper and she couldn't help but widen her smile that it almost hurt her face. He messed up too. He did pretty well but just like her second round, he slipped.

Taking off her protective gear, she brushed her hair with her fingers to fix it in place before she turned towards Damien. He had removed his gear too and had leaned his lower arms on the counter with his head hung low as though he was trying to calm himself down.

"Awww… It's okay… You did great," she said as she leaned against her side on the divider that's separating their lanes, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She couldn't help but silently chuckle as she teased while looking at him, her shoulders shook as she did.

Damien let out a long sigh before he looked up to the paper target above him, his eyes focusing on that one hole that only managed to graze the silhouette's cheek. It was only the third round when an image of Katherine's form from earlier flashed in his mind, distracting him from his game.

He couldn't possibly shoot straight with that image stuck in his head. And when he realized that he had slipped, he took a deep breath and berated himself—the rest of the shots were fired and his aim returned to normal.

Turning his head towards her, he raised a brow when he saw the smug look on her face. "Are you gloating?"

Katherine shrugged, keeping the smile on her face intact. "What? You scratch my back, I scratch yours…"

A mocking laugh escaped from Damien's mouth and before she knew it, he had reached and grabbed her arm, hauling her towards him. In an instant, she was trapped in his arms and he was deliciously pressed against her.

Cocking his head to the side, his voice dipped lower as he responded, "Baby, that's not how that works… Your cat nails are longer. I scratched you—you got tickled. You scratched me—and I bled."

There were butterflies rioting inside her stomach with the way he spoke. Jolts of electricity shot through her core and traveled to her feet, making her toes curl—she had to shift her weight or her knees would buckle. Sliding her hands to his chest, she laughed along with him. "You are so dramatic. I just returned the favor."

Shaking his head, Damien pulled her arms up to his shoulder and she instinctively hooked them around his neck. "Tu es vraiment une femme fatale,"'You're really a femme fatale,' he said in French. "Dangerous, charming, clever…"

Amused by what he said, she pulled him closer, her hands playing with the hair at the back of his head. "Hmmm… A femme fatale, huh? If I am what you say I am… What about you then? Homme Fatale? A handsome devil? Tell me, Mr. Park… What should I call you?"

He scanned her face and appreciated her true beauty. Because even without makeup, she looked flawless—her cheeks were rosy and her lips were plump and kissable. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his. He inhaled her sweet, sweet scent and tightened his embrace around her waist. When they broke their kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers and breathed, "Yours… You can call me yours."

Katherine's brain was foggy from the kiss that they just shared. It took her a while to register what Damien just told her. 'Yours,' he said and she softly chuckled. Well what do you know? He's a romantic handsome devil.