My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 186

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He finally fucked her

~Delia-

I didn’t call him. I didn’t need to. Victor Hale was always awake at this hour, and he was always hungry for whatever scraps of Windsor information I could bring him. But today, I wasn’t bringing information I was bringing a problem that was eating me

alive from the inside out.

His penthouse in the sky was a monument to glass, steel, and a cold, clinical kind of luxury. When the elevator doors opened directly into his living room, he was standing at the floor–to–ceiling window, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just black silk trousers, his back a map of hard muscle and old scars.

He didn’t turn around. He didn’t have to. He knew my scent.

“You smell like desperation and expensive perfume, Delia,” he said, his voice a smooth, dark honey. “Did Julian finally kick you out of the big house?”

“He told me to go back to my father,” I hissed, crossing the room. “He called me useless.”

Victor turned then. His eyes were wired, glowing with that predatory sharp–edged light that made me feel like prey and a queen at the same time. He set his glass down and walked toward me. He didn’t offer a hug or a kind word. He reached out and grabbed my hair, tilting my head back until I was staring up at the sprawling Manhattan skyline reflected in his pupils.

“Are you useless, Delia?” he whispered.

“No,” I gasped.

He didn’t waste time with conversation. He sat on the edge of the oversized leather sofa and pulled me down between his legs. Victor didn’t do romance; he did transactions. He unzipped his trousers, and his cock sprang free–already hard, already pulsing. It was thick and angry–looking, a mirror of the man himself.

“Prove it,” he barked.

I dropped to my knees. I knew the routine. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head, sucking him deep. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself into my throat, forcing me to take the full, heavy length of him. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn’t pull away. I used my hands to stroke the base of him, my fingers rubbing against his balls while I worked my mouth.

The sound of his breathing changed, becoming a jagged rasp. He pulled out, the slick sound of it echoing in the quiet room. He didn’t give me a moment to breathe. He stood up, hauled me onto the sofa, and flipped me over.

He didn’t remove my dress. He just hiked it up to my waist, exposing my lace thong, and ripped the silk aside with a violent tug and didn’t bother with foreplay. He positioned himself and drove into me with one heavy, soul–crushing thrust.

I screamed into the leather of the sofa. He was huge, a solid, unyielding force that felt like it was splitting me in two.

“Julian doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” Victor growled, his hands digging into my hips, his fingers leaving instant bruises. He doesn’t even touch you.”

He began to fuck me with a feral, punishing intensity. Every thrust made my head snap forward. He was relentless, hitting the back of my pussy with a force that made me see stars. I moaned, my voice muffled by the cushions, as the friction began to burn. I was wet, but it wasn’t the sweet, slow wetness of love; it was the slick, desperate lubricant of power.

He reached around, his hand finding my breast and squeezing it until I cried out. He kept the pace fast, his hips hitting my ass with a wet, heavy thud. I could feel him twitching inside me, his stamina pushing me toward a cliff I didn’t want to fall off but couldn’t avoid. My pussy began to clench around him, the muscles snapping in a series of jagged spasms.

“Look at the city, Delia,” he rasped, his voice vibrating against my spine. “Look at what you’re losing because you can’t keep your husband in line.”

He finally based her

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The shame and the pleasure collided, sending me over the edge. I catne with a broken, sobbing sound, my body shaking as I collapsed onto the leather. Victor didn’t stop. He gave three more massive, violent thrusts, his growl filling the room as he spilled his seed deep inside me

He stayed there for a moment, his weight a heavy, suffocating anchor, before he pulled out and walked back to his drink.

I sat up slowly, adjusting my dress, my legs trembling so badly I had to grip the arm of the sofa. I felt the hot, heavy drip of him between my legs, a reminder of the price I had just paid.

“Now,” Victor said, taking a sip of his scotch. “Tell me why you’re really here. And don’t lie to me.”

I looked at him, my vision finally clearing. “Something happened last night. At the dinner. Julian went upstairs with Katia.”

Victor’s hand stilled on his glass. “Go on.”

“He came back down in different clothes. Grey sweatpants. And this morning… Katia was still there. She walked through the hall in a dress I didn’t recognize. And Victor…” I swallowed hard, the memory of her gait flashing in my mind. “She was limping. She was moving like every step was agony.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed into slits. The air in the room suddenly turned cold. “A limp? You’re sure?”

“I saw it. And Seraphina—Julian’s little pet model–she was there too. She claimed Julian was amazing in bed, but it was a performance. She was covering for someone.” I leaned forward, my hands shaking. “I think Julian slept with my sister last night. I think they have been fucking for some time.”

Victor didn’t say a word for a long time. He turned back to the window, the lights of Manhattan reflecting in his dark, calculatin

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