My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 244

The Desk Punishment

-Julian-

The executive corridor was quiet, but the air felt charged

I was walking back from my meeting with the port authority when the double oak doors of my private suite flew open Tessa came storming out. Her face was flushed a violent, hot red under her makeup, her chest heaving, and I could see the wet trail of angry tears cutting through the powder on her cheeks.”

She stopped dead when she saw me. Her lips parted, her hands shaking at her sides as she tried to form a sentence, maybe to complain, or demand, or maybe fucking throw whatever elite tantrums she had been preparing

I didn’t give her a fraction of my attention. I walked straight past her as if she were a piece of discarded office furniture. I didn’t look back as she let out a choked, humiliated sob and ran toward the elevator bay.

I stepped into my office.

Katia was standing near the edge of my massive mahogany desk, her cream–colored pantsuit immaculate, but her posture was wired. Her chest was rising and falling in short, sharp breaths, her nostrils slightly flared, her eyes wide and dark with the lingering adrenaline of the verbal slaughter she had just delivered. She looked like a predator that had just finished a hunt and was still vibrating from the kill.

I closed the heavy oak doors behind me. I reached down, grabbed the brass handle of the deadbolt, and turned it. The sharp, heavy click of the lock echoed in the quiet room.

Katia’s eyes snapped to mine at the sound.

“She has a very loud mouth,” I said.

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My voice was a low, quiet rumble that cut straight through the remaining space between us. I didn’t take off my jacket. I didn’t loosen my tie. I simply walked toward her, my strides heavy, my eyes locked onto her face.

“She has a lot of opinions about what belongs to her,” Katia countered, her chin rising, her voice steady but carrying that fast, electric current of her arousal. She didn’t move back. She stood her ground as I stepped directly into her space, the warmth of her body and the scent of her jasmine perfume hitting my senses like a physical blow. “She seems to think Monaco was a contract, Julian.”

“Monaco was nothing,” I growled, my hand rising to grab the lapel of her cream blazer. “And you know it.”

“Do I?” She tilted her head, a slow, highly provocative smirk touching the corner of her lips. She was baiting me, using the leftover heat from her fight with Tessa to test the limits of my control. “You didn’t deny it when she brought it up at the table the other day. You let her sit there and talk about your legacy.”

The taunt was the exact breaking point.

“Shut your mouth, Katia,” I snapped.

I didn’t waste time with arguments. I reached out, my hands clamping around her waist, and lifted her. Katia let out a sharp, breathless gasp as I hauled her onto the arm of the deep leather sofa. I shoved her forward, forcing her chest down against the soft, dark leather of the cushions. Her cream trousers were tight, hugging the round curve of her ass as she was forced to bend over, her hips pushed high in the air.

“Julian, wait-” she started, her hands fumbling against the leather for balance, her breathing turning instantly shallow.

“I told you,” I growled, my body weight pressing down against her back, pinning her. “Never play games with me in this office. You think you can stand there and talk about other women claiming me and not get punished?”

I reached down, unzipping her trousers and hauling them down to her knees. She wasn’t wearing a thong today –just silk panties that I hooked my fingers into and yanked down, exposing her bare, pale skin to the cool air of the office. Her ass was

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ficking perfect, round and frushed with a sudden, nervous heat as sfie felt my hands gripping her thighs. I can never fucking get enough of her

I unbuckled my belt and shoved my ‘trousers down. My cock was already fully hard, thick and throbbing violently against my zipper. The head was slick with pre–cum, leaking with a heavy, urgent pressure that made my entire groin ache.

I grabbed her chin, twisting her head back so she had to look at me, her eyes dark, glazed, and completely wired with the same adrenaline that was running through my veins.

“Who do you belong to, Kitten?” I demanded, my face inches from hers.

She bit her lip, her chest heaving against the leather cushions as she tried to maintain her silence. She wanted to fight it, wanted to hold onto her corporate mask even when her thighs were shaking under my hands.

“Say it,” I commanded, my hand sliding down to grip her hip, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks.” Say my name.”

“Julian…” she choked out.

“No,” I growled, my voice dropping to a low, territorial rasp. “Call me daddy.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as the demand hit her. I didn’t wait for her to process it. I guided the head of my thick, rigid cock to her opening. She was already dripping wet, her pussy betraying her corporate pride the moment my skin touched hers. I slanted my hips and drove all the way in from behind.

Katia let out a loud, high–pitched scream, her head thrashing down into the leather cushion. The sudden, brutal entry filled her completely, stretching her tight walls to their absolute limit. The physical friction of her wetness against my thick shaft was burning hot, sending a massive jolt of pure pleasure straight to my balls.

“Daddy,” she cried out, her voice a broken, desperate sob as her body shook under the impact. “Ah! Julian!”

“Good girl,” I hissed.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I withdrew to the head and plunged back in, my hips slamming against her ass with a heavy, wet thud that rattled the mahogany frame of the sofa. I increased the pace immediately, my thrusts becoming savage, deep, and completely relentless. I wasn’t being gentle. I was marking her, driving my massive shaft deep into her wet core, hitting her cervix with every stroke until she was crying out my name into the leather.

Katia’s pussy was clenching and unclenching around my cock in tight, violent spasms. Every time I pulled back, her internal muscles gripped my shaft, trying to hold onto the size of me, and when I plunged back in, they stretched and wrapped around me like a hot vice. The sheer, tight friction was intense, drawing the heat from my balls and pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.

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She was shaking. Her hands were clawing at the leather cushions, her head shaking as her body took the full force of my attack. She couldn’t handle the depth or the speed, her moans becoming a continuous, broken sound that filled the locked office.

“Julian, please… it’s too much,” she sobbed, her hips meeting mine instinctively, trying to survive the speed of my thrusts.

“Take all of it,” I growled, reaching around to grab her breast, squeezing the nipple hard through her blouse while I continued to fuck her from behind. “Every single inch.”

I changed the angle slightly, pulling her hips higher, driving deeper into her wet, swollen core. The friction was relentless. I felt her body tense, her muscles starting to vibrate as her impending climax began to ripple through her walls. She was close, her pussy locking around my shaft with an agonizing tightness.

She came hard. Katia let out a loud, breathless scream, her body going entirely rigid as her climax tore through her. Her internal walls locked around my cock in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions, milking my shaft with a force that had my own vision going dark.

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