My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 237

Desk Side Teritorial Reclamation

Desk–Side Territorial Reclamation

-Julian-

My blood was boiling.

The walk from the media wall to the private executive offices at the back of the exhibition hall was a blur of cold, sharp rage. Marcus was handling the security team and the press, but I didn’t care about the press. I didn’t care about Tessa Sterling, and I certainly didn’t care about Delia’s screeching hysterics

All I could see was Katia’s face.

I could see the slow, mocking nod she had given me. I could see the way she had raised that glass of water to her lips, her eyes completely calm, completely untouched, as if she were watching a bad soap opera instead of another wornan putting her mouth on her husband. She had smirked at me. She had deliberately let me see her amusement, knowing exactly how it would shred

my self–control.

I reached the door to her private VIP office. I didn’t knock. I gripped the brass handle, threw the door open, and stepped inside.

Katia was standing behind a heavy mahogany desk, her back to me as she looked out the window at the harbor. Her black dress fit her perfectly, hugging the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She didn’t flinch when the door slammed against the stopper. She didn’t even turn around immediately. She was still pretending.

I closed the door behind me and turned the heavy brass lock. The click of the deadbolt echoed in the quiet office.

“Get out, Julian,” she said, her voice cool and level. “I’m reviewing the sponsor contracts.”

“Review this,” I growled.

I crossed the room in

looked at me with

long strides. Katia finally turned, her chin up, her corporate armor locked tightly into place. She Same mild, highly amused disbelief she had displayed on the red carpet. It was a lie, and we both knew it,

but she was going to play the hand until I forced her to fold.

“You’re tracking dirt on the rug,” she said, her eyes dropping to my boots.

“You think this is funny?” I stepped directly into her space, my chest nearly brushing hers. The scent of her–jasmine, clean skin, and the sharp edge of her own arousal–hit my senses, making my cock throb violently against my trousers. “You stand out there and watch that bitch touch me, and you smirk? You drink your water like it’s a fucking show?”

Katie tilted her head, a slow, provocative smile touching the corner of her hps. “Why shouldn’t I? It was a very impressive performance Monaco must have been beautiful five years ago, Julian. Did you prefer the racer’s touch? She certainly seemed to know her way around your lapels”

The taunt was the breaking point

“Shut your mouth,” I snapped

ľ

I didn’t argue with her I reached out, my hands grabbing her waist, and lifted her Katta let out a sharp gasp of surprise as slammed her back first against the heavy mahogany desk. My arm swept across the polished wood, sending her laptops, here folders, and her glass of water crashing to the floor with a loud, violent clatter

I pinned her down, my body weight crushing hers unto the desk

“Julian, stop

she started, her hands rising to push against my shoulders, but there was no force behind the gesture. Her eyes were wide, dark, and completely wired with the same adrenaline that was running through my veins

“I told you,” I growled, my face inches from hers “Never play games with me, Kalta. You are mine. You don’t get to look at another woman claiming me and simile”

I reached down and grabbed the hem of her black dress, hauling it up to her waist She wasn’t wearing tights, just her silk thong I didn’t waste time taking it off, I hooked my fingers into the delicate fabric and ripped it apart The sound of the silk tearing was

sharp and loud.

I unbuckled my belt and shoved my trousers down. My cock was fully hard, thick, and throbbing with a dark, heavy pressure that made my entire groin ache. It was leaking pre–cum, the head slick and hot as it pressed against her bare thigh.

Katia’s breath was coming in short, ragged hitches, her chest heaving against mine. Her legs were already parting, her knees rising instinctively to make room for my weight

“Look at me,” I commanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes up. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Juhan, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Who?” I demanded.

She didn’t answer, her lips parting as she tried to breathe. I didn’t wait. I guided the head of my thick, rigid cock to her opening. She was already wet, her body betraying her mock–indifference the moment my hands touched her skin.

I drove all the way in.

Katia let out a loud, high–pitched scream, her head thrashing back against the polished wood of the desk. The sudden, brutal entry filled her completely, stretching her tight, swollen walls to their absolute limit. I didn’t go easy. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I withdrew to the head and drove back in, my hips slamming against hers with a heavy, wet thud that rattled the mahogany furniture.

“Ah! Julian!” she cried out, her fingers digging deep into my shoulders, her nails scratching through my shirt.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice a low, territorial rasp. “Every single inch of this pussy is mine. You think you can let another man look at you? You think you can let that bitch think she has a claim on what’s in this room?”

increased the pace immediately, my thrusts becoming savage, heavy, and completely relentless. I wasn’t being gentle. I was marking her, drivi assive shaft deep into her wet core, hitting her cervix with a force that made her see stars.

Katia’s pussy was gripping and ungripping my dick in tight, violent spasms. Every time I pulled back, her internal muscles clenched around my shaft, trying to hold onto the size of me, and when I plunged back in, they stretched and wrapped around me like a vice The sheer friction of her soaking wetness was burning hot, sending a jolt of pure, raw pleasure straight to my

balls

She was shaking Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back to pull me even deeper into her. She was moaning my name over and over, her voice a broken, desperate sound that filled the locked office.

“Julian Oh god, Julian, it’s too much,” she sobbed, her hips meeting mine, trying to survive the speed of my attack.

“It’s exactly what you wanted,” I hissed, leaning down to take her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. I tafted the salt of her tears and the heat of her breath, my tongue mimicking the brutal, heavy rhythm of my hips.

I reached down, my hands sliding under her ass to lift her, changing the angle so I could go even deeper Every stroke was 4 complete, unyielding devastation of her defenses I was erasing the media wall I was erasing Tessa I was making sure that the only thing Katia Kensington could think about, the only thing she could feel, was the massive, throbbing weight of my cock

inside her

Her pussy was denching around me so hard it was nearly painful, the spasms of her impending climax starting to ripple though her walls. She came hard, her body going entirely rigid, her mouth opening in a stent, breathless wreat as her slumas hore through her

I felt her release hit the violent, rhythmic gripping of her pussy milking my shaft, da awing the heat from my balla

The tightness was my breaking point I let out a low, animal growl deep in my chest. I gave three more massive, soul crushing thrusts, burying myself so deep against her womb that our hip bones stained together, and then I broke

I spilled my seed deep inside her The hot, thick pulse of my release filled her core, over and over, until my thighs were shaking

and my chest was heaving against hers

We stayed like that, tangled together on the ruined desk, the only sound the heavy, ragged gasps of our breathing. My cock was still buried deep inside her, softening slowly, while her pussy continued to pulse around me, leaking my come onto the mahogany wood below.

I slowly pulled out, the slick, wet sound of it echoing in the quiet room. I looked down at her. Her hair was messy, her lipstick was smeared, and her black dress was hiked up to her ribs. The cool corporate mask was gone, replaced by the flushed, trembling reality of a woman who had been thoroughly claimed.

I took her chin in my hand, my thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“Never smirk at me again, Kitten,” I whispered, my voice cold, possessive, and absolute. “Because f will do this in front of the

cameras next time.”

I adjusted my trousers, buckled my belt, and walked toward the door. I didn’t look back as I turned the deadbolt and walked out, leaving her on the desk to clean up the mess I had made.