Chapter 163 - A Willing Prey ***

[READER ADVISORY: MATURE CONTENT. THE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES UNDER 18. There won't be any major plots mentioned so you can skip if you are uncomfortable with mature scenes. Read at your discretion.]

Everybody left the meeting room except Katherine. Her face was flushed and she definitely needed a new pair of undies. It was a good thing that she had some clothes stashed in Damien's penthouse. She breathed in and out in a slow manner, trying not to get distracted by the obvious dampness between her thighs. 

Her head snapped to the closed door and she glared at it, picturing Damien's mischievous smile. How could he do this to her? She turned to her laptop once again and skimmed through the minutes, thankful that she only needed to fill in the last three minutes of the meeting. She didn't usually have the habit of recording meetings but Damien gave her the privilege to do so from the beginning — it was so that she could have the option to review them and note down important things that she might have missed. 

Despite the "urgency" and "dominance" in Damien's voice a minute ago, Katherine refused to shirk her responsibility as a meeting secretary. But as quickly as she could, she reviewed the recording and furiously typed on her keyboard, finishing the minutes and sending it to Damien's email for approval right away.

After gathering her things, she went to the top floor, set her things down her desk before she knocked on Damien's office.

She was just about to turn the knob when the door opened and a large hand grabbed her arm, hauling her inside the office. The door closed and a click was heard, indicating that it was locked. Her back was pressed against the door while Damien trapped her there, his leg in between her thighs and his hands holding her in place.

"What the hell took you so long?" he asked, his face was hard and his eyes narrowed at her as though she had put him through suffering.

Katherine glared and raised her chin up, "If you hadn't distracted me, then I would have finished the minutes on time, President Park."

A slow, dangerously sexy smile crept on his face, finding himself amused by her retort. Despite what he did, she still managed to finish her task — how could he not be proud? "And here I thought I was going to punish you for making me wait… Looks like this is going to be a reward instead."

"That was such a mean thing to do," she muttered.

"Was it? I thought you liked it…" he said, his hands now skimming up and down her sides.

"Well, I didn't! It was a distraction and you did it on purpose. I should have known why you wanted me to wear this dress… Easy access…" she scoffed.

Damien raised a brow, "Really? You didn't like it at all? Then why are you so wet right now?" He pushed his thigh up until it hit her apex. "I can feel your moist through my pants, Kitten." 

Katherine shivered and gasped, clenching her throbbing core upon feeling his thick thigh rubbing her. "Fine. Maybe a little," she mumbled.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "You can lie all you want, I will still prove you wrong."

Damien's lips came down on hers, leaving her breathless as though he sucked the air out of her. His kiss was rough and dominating that she had to clutch onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck so that she won't fall.

He tugged her legs up and in an instant, she wrapped it around his hips, locking him in place. He pressed his erection on her, his body temperature rising as he was about to lose control.

His hands that were squeezing her bottom became restless. A hand reached up to cup her breast while the other slid down to touch her where he knew she was aching. His fingers found the edge of her soaking underwear and as he teased, he heard Katherine whimper. 

She sensed him move her underwear to the side and as she anticipated, his finger ran along the slit of her heated center. She broke their kiss while she bucked and threw her head back and moan, "Oh…"

Damien groaned and pressed his forehead on the crook of her neck, his breathing becoming heavier. "F*ck. You are dripping wet." He found her sweet spot and drew a circle on it before slipping two fingers in her opening.

Katherine gripped his shoulders and buried her head on the crook of his neck… she could only pant as he slowly moved inside her, "Damien…" 

He retracted his hand from her and when she faced him again, he captured her lips and deepened their kiss — all while holding her steady as he brought her to his L-shaped desk. He set her down on it and without thinking twice, he pushed a few things on the table, knocking off a lamp and a laptop to the floor.

Damien didn't give a damn and continued to move his lips along with Katherine's. Because of the sound, she snapped out of her daze and broke the kiss. "Are we really doing this… in your office?" she looked around, suddenly becoming conscious about their surroundings.

He retrieved a remote from his drawer and in an instant, all the clear windows turned opaque. "I want to take you here and now, Katherine," he murmured just before his mouth dove on her neck, kissing and nipping her until she moaned.

He felt her fumbling his tie and he chuckled, "Careful, Ms. Miller… my girlfriend gave it to me. I don't want to ruin it."

Katherine giggled, feeling as though they were doing something scandalous — obviously, they were. 

"Oh, we don't want your girlfriend to find out what you're doing behind her back, President Park. We should be careful." She loosened his tie, removed it from him and tossed it on the sofa.

Pulling back, Damien smiled down at her, his hands caressing her thighs before he shoved her dress up to her waist. He gently pushed her backward until she propped herself up on her elbows. Without warning, he ripped open her dress, buttons popping and flying everywhere. "See? Easy access."

Katherine's mouth hung open. "Wh—How could you—"

"Baby, we don't have time to talk. We need to leave in thirty minutes," he yanked her panties off, leaving her only wearing her wide open dress and bra. "Leave your shoes on, Ms. Miller. You look sexy in them."

Feeling challenged, Katherine returned his smile and tugged on his waistband. "I thought you said we don't have time to talk? Why are you still dressed? You're not so efficient right now, President Park." 

Damien groaned and his eyes darkened but a hint of amusement lingered on his lips as he swiftly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants… and then his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his erection springing when it was unleashed.

Katherine swallowed as she watched him unroll a condom on his veiny, angry manhood. Her eyes shifted upward and met his smoldering gaze, he looked very much like a predator — and she was a willing prey. 

Her skin flushed in anticipation as she felt his eyes rake over her naked front and heard him say, "I need to be inside you now."