The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 11: A Distraction from the Distraction-2

“Mr. Blackwood,” she purred with a smirk, rising slowly as he entered. “I hope you’re ready to be…

handled.”

He didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, dropped onto the nearest couch with deliberate calm, and

met her gaze with icy precision.

“Strip,” he said. “Now.”

She raised a brow, amused. “Straight to it, huh?”

“I didn’t come here to talk,” he said flatly, already rolling up his sleeves. “And I have no interest in

your voice.”

Her smile widened. “Knew you’d be rough.”

She dropped the robe without hesitation, striking a pose like a centerfold-legs slightly parted,

chest pushed forward, her expression dripping with confidence.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even look her in the eye.

He wasn’t here for that.

No kissing. Never.

Kissing was personal.

This was anything but.

With precise detachment, he unbuckled his belt, pulled out a condom from his wallet, and rolled it

1. No ceremony. No seduction.

Just control.

“Bend over,” he ordered, his voice low and razor-sharp.

She obeyed instantly, palms against the wall, arching for him.

He didn’t warn her.

He simply thrust in.

A broken moan tore from her throat. “Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes-harder”

But he didn’t speak.

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Didn’t whisper. Didn’t groan.

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His hands gripped her hips with unrelenting force as he drove into her, hard and fast, every movement calculated-merciless. Her fingernails clawed at his shoulders, trying to hold on, trying

to draw him closer.

But he didn’t want closeness.

He wanted silence.

Obedience.

An outlet.

He wasn’t here for her.

And she wasn’t who he wanted.

Because even now-even buried deep inside this woman-his mind was betraying him.

Not with her curves.

Not with her voice.

Not with her.

But with another woman entirely.

Maya Thompson.

That soft mouth she bit when nervous. The wide, innocent eyes that shimmered even when she tried to stay strong. The quiet defiance in her when she stood tall, even as the world chipped away

at her.

That woman haunted him.

Even now.

Even here.

Even while he was fucking someone else.

And when he came, it was mechanical.

Efficient.

Empty.

No pleasure.

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He pulled out without a word, discarding the used condom like an afterthought. The woman

leaned against the wall, breathless and wrecked-hair tangled, makeup smeared, a smug little

smile on her face like she thought she’d accomplished something.

“Well… that was intense,” she panted.

Damien had already turned away, unbothered, walking toward the adjoining room.

“Dress,” he said coldly, grabbing a fresh shirt from the closet. “James will see you out.”

She blinked, still half-naked. “That’s it?”

He didn’t even glance at her.

“It was never more than that.”

She scoffed softly behind him but didn’t argue. She knew the rules. No sleepovers. No kissing. No

second time.

And definitely no staying past the hour.

As she dressed, Damien shut the bathroom door behind him and turned on the water.

Scalding hot.

He stripped quickly and stepped into the steam, tilting his head back as it poured over his skin like

punishment.

He should’ve felt better.

Lighter.

Loosened.

But all he felt was-

Frustrated.

Tense.

The sex had done nothing.

Nothing except make the ache worse.

Because even in that penthouse suite, even with a willing body at his mercy, his mind hadn’t been

on her.

Not the one he just fucked. But the one who didn’t even know the power she held over him.

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The hot water scalded his skin, but it wasn’t enough to burn her out of his mind.

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Damien braced his hands against the tile wall, breathing heavily as the water streamed down his

back.

He’d just fucked a woman whose name he didn’t even bother to ask.

And yet-his body was betraying him.

Fuck.

He’s hard.. again!

Harder than he’d been with the woman moments ago.

Because this time, it wasn’t anonymous.

It wasn’t faceless.

It was her. The image of her flooded him like a curse he couldn’t shake.

His hand moved down. Slowly. Begrudgingly.

He shouldn’t.

He didn’t do this.

But now?

He fucking needed to.

He gritted his teeth, groaning low as his hand gripped around his shaft, stroking harder with each passing second.

He imagined her pressed against the glass of his office window-bare, breathless, trembling. That innocence in her eyes twisted with the way he’d bend her to his will. How she’d gasp when he took control-shocked at the side of herself she’d never known existed.

How she’d say his name.

No moaning, no screaming-just that one soft gasp:

Damien.

Wide-eyed. Breathless. His hand on her throat. Her legs trembling under his touch.

Mine.

He’d bend her over his desk, make her say his name. Cry out for him. Break for him.

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