“Because like I've said before I want to fuck you, Sophia." The words slammed into me, stealing my every breath. “And I don't want it to be a one time thing, I want to bend you over this desk and then,” he paused, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my wrist. “Spread your legs and hear how wet you get for me.” A one-night stand was supposed to be just that—one night. But when Sophia walks into her new job, she comes face-to-face with her boss… Ethan Blackwood. The same man who she almost had sex with and she swore to forget. Worse? He’s now her stepbrother. Ethan is relentless, pushing every boundary, making it impossible to ignore the attraction between them. She knows she’s falling hard, but Ethan has a plan of his own. And love was never part of it.
View More"That’s that," Mr. Ventura said, looking pleased. "Tonight we celebrate at the hotel club VIP, of course."I nodded wondering how this old man wanted to drink at the club but Ethan didn’t react.He didn't even look at me when we shook hands with Ventura or even when we walked out of the restaurant and when we went back to our hotel room.My victory was cut short when. I saw another fresh contract on the bed waiting for me to sign.I stopped mid-step, glancing at the papers before turning toward Ethan, who was already angrily removing his tie."You had another copy?" I asked.He smirked . "I knew you would ruin the first one."I crossed my arms trying to look intimidating. "How very prepared of you."He just gave me an unbothered look. "Sign it."I picked it up. "And what about the job?"Ethan rubbed his fingers along his jaw before sighing. "I guess we can compromise,"I couldn't help but smile without another word. I grabbed the pen from the nightstand, bent over the bed just enoug
I looked at him very curiously wondering what he was saying with Mr. Ventura, seeing how bad the meeting ended, I expected them to scream at eachother on the call but Ethan just nodded, ended the call and turned to me."Get dressed. We have a breakfast meeting."I arched a brow, still gripping the crumpled contract in my hand. "A meeting?"if I'm being honest, I wanted them to scream at eachother, because what if life with out a little violence?"Ventura wants to finalize the deal over breakfast be ready in fifteen minutes he specifically mentioned that you would be in attendance."Just like that there was no discussion or acknowledgment of what had just happened between us.I threw the contract on the floor and got ready, Ethan should shove this contract down his fine ass.I needed to get ready for the supposed meeting, I just hope Mr. Ventura didn't bring Camille because I was more than ready to claw her eyes out.***We sighted Mr. Ventura at the far end of the hotel Cafe with a cu
The sheets were a tangled mess, my whole body still smelling like him. Fuck. I was still sore.I stretched instinctively, reaching for warmth—for him—but the space beside me was empty.A strange unease settled in my chest. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, scanning the room.He was near the window, already dressed, a folder resting in his lap. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly tousled, but his posture was all business. Cold. Detached. A complete contrast to the man who had done unspeakable things to me just hours ago.Something was wrong."You’re up early," I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.Ethan didn’t immediately respond. He flipped a page, scanning whatever document had his attention, then finally looked at me. Blue. Icy."We have something to discuss."That cool, unreadable tone—so different from last night. I frowned, trying to shake off the unease creeping up my spine."What’s so important that it couldn’t wait?"He didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed the f
One moment, I was tangled in sheets that smelled like him, my body sore from the amazing sex and then the next, Ethan was effortlessly lifting me from the bed. I blinked as I still sounded tried. “What… are you doing?” He didn’t answer or even look at me. He just carried me as if I weighed nothing, his grip firm but still shockingly gentle. I could hear the sound of running water and the scent of steam and lavender, my breathe tightened. Was he… running me a bath? I panicked instantly as I thought of another possibly thing he was doing... was he going to bathe me? “Ethan, I can do it myself.” Still, he said nothing. He stepped into the bathroom and set me down on the cool marble counter. I watched as he turned toward the tub, rolling up his sleeves. This wasn’t the ruthless businessman who had wrecked me, the one who took everything I gave and then demanded more. This was different. And that terrified me more than anything. He reached into the water, testing the temperature w
My lips were swollen from his brutal kiss, my body still pinned between him and the elevator wall and all I could think about was how much I wanted and needed him.I grabbed his jacket, fisting the fabric to pull him closer. My body arched into his as Ieaned into his lips again. I needed more of him “Ethan…” I whispered, sounding so very desperate.He groaned, his grip on my waist tightening, I could sense how his restraint was slipping, but he was still holding back.He shook his head. "Not like this."I blinked, confused. "Then how?"His fingers brushed over my cheek, his gaze locking onto mine. “I want you, but if you give yourself to me, it won’t be in a moment of anger or desperation.”I didn't know what to do to make him see that my body was longing for him."Then take me, Please" I murmured, pressing my body closer, letting him feel exactly how much I wanted him.His jaw clenched, his breathing was becoming uneven. Then he leaned in, his lips almost kissing me.“Be mine,” he
Finally Ethan looked at me ready to speak, my breathing calmed as I assumed that he going to defend me, but boy was I wrong."She’s ambitious, but she still has a lot to learn about how these deals work and besides I don't expect her to speak for me.” His words were like the finally blow, the room felt too small as I was in the hot seat and he was the one who put me there.I clenched my fists under the table, my nails digging into my palms to keep my expression neutral. But Ethan just kept looking at me like he was waiting for me to crack.Camille’s smirk widened, as I could see everyone silently waiting for me to embarrass myself.I exhaled slowly If they wanted to test me, then fine. I would pass.I turned to Mr. Ventura, straightening my shoulders.“Blackwood Corp isn’t just another corporation throwing money at expansion.” My voice was steady giving the illusion that I wasn't about to shit my pants “It’s a powerhouse that’s mastered the balance between calculated risk and strateg
I was dressed to Kill I couldn't help but smile at my own reflection feeling more than satisfied as I adjusted the bust area of the red dress that clung to every inch of me like a second skin, it had a slit that was dangerously high and an off shoulder neckline. Since Ethan had decided to pack my bags, I might as well wear the most tempting dress in the pile after all. If he wanted to drag me into this game, I would play. I could already imagine his reaction when he saw me, the way his jaw would tighten, and the look eyes before he forced himself to act unaffected. He thought he was untouchable, tonight I would make sure he wasn’t. When I stepped out of the bedroom, I was not disappointed, he was standing near the suite’s minibar, fixing his cufflinks. The moment his eyes landed on me, I saw the way his jaw drilled, his eyes accessed my entire outfit as I knew he was more than pleased. I tried to stop myself from grinning Gotcha! “Something wrong, Mr. Blackwood?” I asked, feigni
When I woke up, I was warm, cozy and extremely comfortable and most then I wasn’t on my side of the bed anymore.My leg was tangled with Ethan’s, my head rested against his hard chest, and worst of all—his arm was firmly wrapped around my waist.What the hell—My breath hitched as my sluggish brain pieced together the situation. I wasn’t just curled into Ethan—I was tangled with him. His leg was draped over mine, his hand resting on my stomach, his entire body pressed against me.I was spooning with the devil.I was panicking, not knowing what to do next, finally an idea clicked I carefully tried to shift out of his hold without waking him up, that was until I felt it.Oh. My. God.I went rigid as I realized that his very 'solid situation' was pressed against my lower back.My body locked up instantly. Nope. Nope. Nope, I didn't want to feel his hard on against me, and why did it make me feel this way?"Ethan," I hissed, trying to wriggle away.The arm around me only tightened as he
I loudly said every curse word I could think of as I dragged my suitcase inside—something that Ethan should be doing instead of standing there, all relaxed, leaning against the doorframe like this was some kind of luxury vacation.Which it was!"You're being dramatic, Sophie," he said, finally setting his phone down on the nightstand. "It’s just a bed."I turned around to glare at him. "Just a bed?" My voice came out in an annoyingly high pitch. "It’s the only bed!"He just shrugged my tantrum off. "It’s big enough for the both of us," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world."I am not sharing a bed with you.""Suit yourself." He casually unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up, revealing his forearms in that effortless way that only made him more infuriating and... annoyingly hot.Then, to make things worse, he walked over and sprawled onto the bed like he owned the damn thing."You are an absolute prick."He only stretched his arms over his head, smirking
Prom was supposed to be the highlight of every girl’s existence, a night of slow dances, whispered confessions of love, and promises that felt like forever and true. The night where everything came together perfectly, from the dress, the music, the love and ending the night with a cliche kiss. For me, it was the night I realized I had no one. The entrance to Lumière was pure luxury, I could see couples through the glass doors, leaning into each other, sharing laughter over plates of steaming pasta, the rich scent of roasted garlic and butter lingering in the air. The restaurant better be worth it because it took weeks to get a reservation here. I was second guessing entering but my fingers curled tighter around the edges of my dress for some sort of moral support. The red fabric clung to my skin, the deep V showing more than I was comfortable with. I never wore red. It was loud, bold, attention seeking. But I had worn it tonight because Alex once said it was his favorite color. I...
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