Weaponized
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Chapter Ten: Weaponized
Two days after the scandal broke, Damian Blackthorn walked into a live press conference—with Elsie Lane on his arm.
She wore a black pencil skirt, a sheer-sleeved blouse, and a look that said: I dare you.
Gasps rippled through the room.
Cameras flashed.
Damian spoke first.
> “Rumors are noise. Let me be clear: I do not apologize for having standards, nor for desiring someone who exceeds them.”
He glanced sideways.
> “Miss Lane is not a scandal. She’s my executive assistant, my innovation partner… and the only person I trust.”
Reporters shouted questions. He ignored all but one.
> “Is this serious?”
His eyes never left Elsie.
> “It’s permanent.”
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By the time they returned to the building, the tide had shifted.
What was once whispered now turned into fear—and awe.
Elsie wasn’t just the secretary anymore.
She was his.
And that came with power.
Damian pulled her into the private boardroom, shut the door, and leaned against it.
“You handled the press better than my lawyers.”
She smiled faintly. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to.”
He crossed the room, slowly.
“You standing beside me like that—owning it—made every man in that room want to know what I do to you behind closed doors.”
She flushed.
He pressed his palm to her chest. “They all want to see this shirt off you now.”
Her breath hitched.
“They all want to know how you moan,” he murmured, voice dropping as he unbuttoned the top of her blouse, “how red your knees get when you’re desperate.”
“Damian—someone could walk in—”
He tilted her chin up.
“Let them.”
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He took her on the conference table.
Bent over the mahogany surface, her cheek against cold wood as he split her open and praised every gasp, every tremble.
> “My smart, filthy little girl.”
> “You think I don’t see how wet you get when I give orders?”
> “Say my name when you come, sweetheart. Loud. I want the next floor to hear.”
She shattered under him.
Then again.
And when he pulled her onto his lap, still panting, still dripping, he kissed her temple.
“You’re not my dirty secret anymore, Elsie.”
She turned her head, breathless. “What am I then?”
Damian smiled slowly, dangerously.
> “My weapon.”
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