The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 25 The Breach 2

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Chapter 25: The Breach-2

“YOU BITCH!”

Maya didn’t wait – she ran for the door, legs shaky, vision swimming. Her body was still weak, but adrenaline pushed her forward. She reached for the doorknob –

Only to be yanked backward by a brutal, inhuman force.

“No-NO!” she screamed, nails clawing at the floor.

Beckett dragged her back, panting, limping, rage transforming his face into something monstrous.

“You stabbed me?! Still playing hard to get? Let’s see how long that lasts!”

He shoved her down and ripped the syringe from his pocket with shaking hands.

Maya fought wildly – kicking, scratching -but she was slower now, weaker, every movement

sluggish.

The needle plunged into her arm.

She screamed. He held her down.

Seconds passed.

And then the room began to tilt.

Her vision blurred. The shadows stretched. Her limbs went heavy.

“Mmm… that’s it,” Beckett whispered, brushing the hair from her cheek as she sagged against the

floor. “There we go…”

When she stopped moving, he let out a low, shuddering breath.

Maya’s blouse had torn in the struggle. One of the buttons had snapped, revealing the curve of her chest, her black lace bra strained against her now-still form.

Beckett’s eyes darkened with lust.

He crouched beside her, fingers trembling as they reached for the open fabric.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

He hooked a finger beneath the edge of her blouse and tore it wider, like a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift-eager, trembling, and disturbingly delighted.

He took his time, eyes fixed on her now bare chest-only the delicate black lace of her bra shielding what lay beneath. For a moment, he simply stared, drinking her in.

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Chapter 25 The Breach-2

His breathing deepened.

The hunger in his gaze sharpened, turning darker, hotter.

His fingers twitched with anticipation.

Just a little closer.

Just a little more.

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He reached out-less than an inch away, his hand trembling with the need to touch, to know how

she felt under his skin-

When suddenly –

CRASH!

The door exploded inward.

Beckett turned –

Too late.

One of Ashcroft’s men tackled him like a wrecking ball, slamming him into the ground.

Beckett screamed, struggling, snarling like a trapped animal as fists pummeled his face.

“Maya!” a voice thundered behind them.

Damien stepped inside – and froze.

His eyes locked on the scene.

Beckett – bleeding, wild-eyed, and pinned beneath the brute force of one of Ashcroft’s men.

And Maya – unconscious. Half-naked, Bruised.

His chest rose with a violent breath.

Something primal ripped through him.

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