One NightStand With Mr. Blackwood.

Chapter 3

His mouth is everywhere, my jaw, my neck and I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I know is I don’t want him to stop.

He looks into my eyes, and I nod.

I gasp as he tugs at my dress, pulling it up until my entire body is exposed to him. He takes one bare n****e into his mouth and sucks hard.

I groan, nails digging into his back.

“I want...” I breathe. “I need you. Please.”

He kisses down my stomach slowly, pausing at the edge of my panties. He waits until I nod again.

Then he slides them off and dives in, kissing and sucking my c**t like a starved man.

I gasp, my back arching off the seat.

I can feel my soul leaving my body as he eats me out in the best f*****g way, his skilled tongue bringing me close to orgasm, until I can’t hold it anymore.

“Oh f**k,” I cry out. “Please... more.”

He rises, takes off his belt, and releases his d**k, long, hard, and already dripping with precum.

He lines himself up at my entrance and slides into me in one thrust because I’m that wet.

“f**k,” I moan, head falling back.

“Shh,” he whispers into my ear.

“I’m not even half in.”

“Gosh... I can’t...” I whimper, my walls clamping around him, already pulsing.

“Just like that,” he breathes, thrusting deeper.

Our bodies move in rhythm, hot, fast and desperate. My nails dig into his back. My legs wrap tighter around him, begging without words for more.

I’m close. So f*****g close.

The pressure builds deep in my core, tighter with every thrust. He f***s me hard and fast, and my moans twist into sounds I don’t even recognize.

One more thrust and I shatter all around him with a loud moan.

He groans, gripping me tighter, hips slamming into mine, as he gets closer to his own climax. His movements grow rougher, harder, faster, until he finally lets go, cumming deep inside me with a breathless growl.

He collapses onto my body, breathless.

Then he kisses my forehead, a small innocent thing, like he didn't just wreck me in the best possible way.

It takes us a while to catch our breath, so we stay in each other’s arms for a minute.

“Can I drop you off?” he asks.

“Uh, um,” I stutter. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

We quickly get dressed, then start our drive in silence. But it’s not awkward, it’s calming.

“Thank you,” I say when he parks in front of my apartment building. “For the night,” I add.

He nods. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

I step out of the car. He doesn’t drive away. I only hear the engine start once I’m inside.

I lean on the door and breathe slowly.

That was easily the best s*x I’ve had in months, and I didn’t even know his name. He never introduced himself or ever asked for mine. I guess that’s how a one-night stand works.

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On Monday morning, I'm a whole world away from parties and s*x with strangers as I walk into Blackwood Foundation, the company that destroyed my family, destroyed my father.

My hair is slicked back and I am dressed in my finest corporate, strolling into the company like an angel walking into hell.

The place is all glossy floors and people in suits.

“Good morning,” I greet the receptionist.

“Good morning,” she replies with a charming smile. “How may I help you?”

“I’m Isa Monroe. Here for the in-house journalist internship.” I show her my appointment letter on my phone.

“Oh,” she says brightly. “Welcome! Mr. Blackwood has been waiting for you.”

She leads me to the elevator, up to the top floor. We stop in front of a large oak door.

“He’s in there,” she says. “Good luck.”

She walks off, leaving me in front of the menacing door.

I knock three times.

“Come in,” comes the voice from inside.

I press the handle down and step into the large office.

“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood...”

I stop in my tracks as the man behind the desk lifts his head.

What. The. Actual. f**k.

This can’t be happening.

This cannot be real.

Because how is it possible that the sinful-looking gentleman who f****d my brains out on Friday is Mr. Blackwood? Cassian Blackwood.

The current CEO of Blackwood Foundation.

And my new boss.

Cassian Blackwood

The way Isa Monroe’s mouth hangs open and she stumbles back, colliding with the closed door, tells me everything, I’ve caught her completely off guard.

“You're...you're the Cassian Blackwood?” she stutters, eyes wide.

I frown, feigning confusion.

“Sit down, Isa Monroe.”

Her legs are shaking as she moves toward the chair opposite my desk and sits down on it, absent mindedly.

When I saw her at the club, I didn’t expect her to be so striking in person. I knew she was the one who wrote the exposé from the pictures that had been provided by the trackers, but her beauty was something else, it was irresistible. I couldn’t control myself. Part of me also did what I did just because I knew it'll be worth it when I saw the look on her face when she found out who I was.

“I suppose you know why you’re here,” I say, flipping open her file. She stays quiet, so I continue, unaffected.

“You will report to Marlowe, the head of the Public Relations department. You’ll serve at the lowest levels.”

“But..”

“Don’t mistake this position for punishment,” I cut in smoothly. “You’ve done nothing wrong... have you?”

Her eyes snap to mine.

I stare back, blankly.

I despise Isa Monroe. I despise her for what she wrote about my company, like she was doing the world a favor. She thought she was being discreet, but I have some of the best IT personnel in the country. They tracked her down less than an hour after the exposé went live. We could’ve pulled it down, but that would have made us look guilty.

My hotheaded brother, Luca, said I was making a mistake leaving it up. Luca called me a fool for hiring Isa, but I knew exactly what I was doing. Dad always said, ‘Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.’ I employed Isa to keep her close, to uncover all her secrets and to use them to destroy her, slowly. I know exactly what I’m doing. Just like I knew exactly what I was doing when I approached her at that club and gave her the best s*x of her life.

I've taken my time to look deep into Isa Monroe, I know every information about her that's out there, even the ones she thinks are lost. I'll let her settle in so it'll hurt more when she finds out my dirty plans for her, to hurt her slowly.