Damien Park, you are the Devil.
You are definitely the King! — The King of Hell!
Katherine's chest heaved up and down. It was all that she could do as she tried so hard to stop herself from arching her back from the stupidly comfortable bed in the Royal Penthouse while Damien's lips made open-mouthed kisses trailing from her ankle up to her thigh.
She could only grasp the sheets underneath to keep herself from moaning but holy hell did she curl her toes and gasp. Every.Single.Time.His.Lips.Touched.Her.Skin.
She wanted to clench her thighs together but the damn King definitely did not allow her to move nor make a noise or the torture was going to last forever.
…
A few hours ago
After their lunch, Damien was supposed to bring Katherine to the vineyard that afternoon but after receiving a phone call, the two of them ended up going to The Gentlemen's Club.
"You own a strip club?"
