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He groans, a guttural sound torn from deep in his chest. He starts moving immediately, a raw, primal rhythm. Fast. Hard. Desperate.

There’s no careful control tonight, just pure, unadulterated need. He grips my hips, angling me, driving into me with a force that steals my breath.

He doesn’t whisper explicit directions this time, or anything else, but his dominance is absolute. In his grip. In the relentless pace he sets. In the way his eyes lock on mine, conveying everything words cannot.

Mine.

He brings me to orgasm quickly, fiercely, my body shattering around his cock, my cries swallowed by his devouring kisses. He holds me tight through the aftershocks, his own release coming moments later, a harsh groan ripped from his throat as he shudders, collapsing against me.

We lie tangled together, chests heaving, sweat-slicked skin clinging. The storm has passed, leaving behind a fragile, breathless calm.

He holds me close, his grip possessive, protective. He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t retreat behind the walls.

He just holds me, his breath warm against my hair.

His father calls this complicated, messed up connection we have a weakness.

But maybe... maybe it’s the strongest thing either of us has.

25

Christopher

Today is the executive team meeting. My inner sanctum. The sharpest minds I could buy or cultivate, assembled around the polished steel table in the main Blackwell Innovations conference room.

They’re used to surgical precision. Ruthless efficiency. Deals dissected, targets acquired, assets optimized or liquidated.

But today, the agenda item is Project Nightingale.

“Integration, not destruction.” I state it flatly, watching their reactions. Polished, professional faces betray little, but I see the subtle shifts. A few raised eyebrows. A few silent glances exchanged.

They know this isn’t my usual M.O.

I lay out the vision. Not just acquiring Hammond & Co. or its assets, but partnering. Investing capital. Implementing technological upgrades. Retaining the core brand. Keeping key personnel, including Richard Hammond in a figurehead role and, crucially, Lucy Hammond driving operational turnaround. It’s about leveraging their legacy, theirestablished name, their specific market niche, and merging it with our tech, our capital, our global reach.

Building something stronger, together.

Fucking hell, I sound like a goddamn motivational speaker.

Sarah Chan, my Head of Strategy, speaks first, her voice carefully neutral. “Mr. Blackwell, this represents a significant deviation from our established acquisition protocols. Preserving legacy infrastructure and personnel typically hinders optimization and reduces short term ROI. What’s the strategic justification for this… more gentle approach?”

Gentle.There’s that word again. My father used it like an accusation. Sarah uses it like a genuine question, albeit one loaded with skepticism.

“The justification,” I reply, meeting her gaze directly, “is long term sustainable value. Hammond & Co., despite its mismanagement, occupies a unique space. Brand loyalty, historical significance, and deep-rooted client relationships, particularly in the legacy property sector. Assets my father’s ‘scorched earth’ approach would obliterate. We gut it, we might make a quick profit flipping the real estate, but we lose the intangible value, the potential for synergistic growth. We partner, we invest, we modernizewiththem… we create something larger and more resilient, with diversified revenue streams.” I pause. “Aggressive acquisition has its place. But perpetual destruction isn’t a sustainable growth model. Evolution is.”

Silence. They’re processing. This isn’t just about Hammond. This is a shift in philosophy. A direct challenge to the Mark Blackwell playbook they’ve seen me execute flawlessly for years.

Dominic Rossi, attending as an external advisor on real estate synergy, and maybe because he findsmy current predicament amusing, leans back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Fucking Rossi.

He’s a good friend, but sometimes he gets on my nerves.

“Evolution,” Dominic repeats thoughtfully, though his eyes are sparkling with barely concealed amusement. “Sounds almost… organic, Chris. Building something instead of just buying and flipping? Who are you, and what have you done with the Executioner?”

I shoot him a glare that could freeze lava. “Market dynamics change, Dominic. Smart strategy adapts.”

“Indeed it does,” Sarah Chan interjects smoothly, ever the professional, redirecting before Dominic can needle me further. “The risk profile is higher with this partnership model. Integration challenges, work culture clashes, retaining potentially redundant personnel…”