My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 250

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The Territorial Reclamation

-Julian-

The elevator ride to the penthouse was the longest ninety seconds of my life.

My chest was tight, my breathing short and jagged, the raw copper taste of blood still lingering in my throat. My hand was a mess. The blood from the shattered crystal glass had dried in dark, sticky streaks across my palm and fingers, but the fresh cuts were still leaking, staining the leather of my steering wheel on the drive over.

I hadn’t stopped to clean it. I hadn’t stopped to wrap it. The only thing that existed in my mind was the image of Jude Wolfe’s face on that broadcast and the sound of his low, British voice claiming my wife.

He had said the words. He had said them to the entire world.

I let myself into her penthouse with my key. I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t need to.

Katia was standing at the floor–to–ceiling glass window of her living room, her silhouette dark against the massive, glittering wall of the Manhattan skyline across the river. She was still in the black dress from earlier, her hair loose, her body completely still. She must have heard the heavy click of the deadbolt because she turned slowly.

She saw me.

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She didn’t speak. She didn’t ask how I got in, she didn’t mention the broadcast, and she didn’t deploy that cool, unbothered corporate armor she usually used to keep me at a distance. She took one look at my face–at the dark, wild look in my eyes and the sheer, unyielding fury radiating off my body–and she ran to me.

She crossed the space between us in three long strides and threw herself into my chest, her mouth finding mine instantly.

It wasn’t a tentative greeting. It was a frantic, desperate collision of lips and teeth. But I had a mission tonight. I wasn’t here to comfort her, and I wasn’t here to play games. I grabbed her waist with my uninjured hand, my fingers digging deep into her skin, and deepened the kiss. I drove my tongue deep into her mouth, taking complete possession of her breath. I didn’t stop kissing her. I didn’t let her pull back even a fraction of an inch to breathe.

Katia’s hands scrambled up my chest, her fingers clawing at the buttons of my shirt. She yanked the fabric apart, buttons snapping and clattering against the hardwood floor as she tore the shirt off my shoulders. I didn’t break the kiss. Even as our mouths locked together, I could see the reflection of the headlights and taillights of the city traffic moving in a continuous, glittering stream twenty stories below us.

I reached down, grabbed the hem of her black dress, and hauled it up over her head. I threw the fabric aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just her silk thong, which I hooked my fingers into and ripped apart.

She was now completely naked.

I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of her. I grabbed her thighs, forcing them wide apart, and buried my head directly between her legs. I started eating her pussy like I meant it. I was starving, driven by a raw, animal instinct to erase every other

man’s name from her skin.

I lapped at her wet folds, my tongue moving in heavy, relentless strokes. She was already soaking, her body reacting to my presence before we had even touched. I thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, mimicking the heavy, brutal rhythm I wanted to unleash on her.

“Julian,” she choked out, her hands slamming against my shoulders to keep her balance.

I didn’t stop. I increased the pressure, my tongue driving in and out of her wet core while my fingers dug into her hips, holding her open for me. Katia let out a loud, breathless cry, her body shaking uncontrollably as her climax hit her. Her pussy spasmed around my tongue, milking me, her knees buckling under the sheer force of the release.

I stood up immediately. I didn’t waste time with the bed. The floor was right here, cold and hard against her bare skin, and i didn’t care. The floor was good.

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I unbuckled my belt and shoved my trousers down, my cock springing free–massive, thick, and throbbing violently with a dark, heavy pressure. I grabbed her hips, pulling her legs wide, and positioned the head of my rigid cock at her entrance. I slanted my hips and drove all the way inside her in one single, heavy plunge.

Katia let out a loud, high–pitched scream, her head thrashing back against the hardwood. The sudden, brutal entry filled her completely, stretching her tight, wet walls to their absolute limit.

I reached down to pin her wrists to the floor, and that was when she saw it:

“Julian, your hand,” she gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the dark, wet blood smeared across her skin and his palm, the fresh cuts from the shattered crystal still leaking.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t care about the cuts. I didn’t feel the pain. I only felt the burning, territorial demand to claim what was

mine

I increased my pace immediately, fucking her so hard her body slid slightly against the polished wood with every thrust. I was relentless. I was driving myself deep into her wet core, my hips hitting hers with a heavy, wet thud that filled the quiet penthouse.

“Ah! Julian!” she moaned, her voice a broken, desperate sob.

She circled her legs tightly around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, pulling me even deeper into her tight, hot pussy. I didn’t talk. I didn’t say a single word. I was simply claiming her in every way possible, my cock marking her, driving the memory of Jude Wolfe’s words completely out of her mind. Every stroke was a physical reclamation, a reminder of who had actually signed that marriage certificate, who owned her body, and who slept in her bed.

The friction was intense, drawing the heat from my balls and pushing me closer to the edge with every

thrust.

I pulled out of her, the slick, wet sound echoing in the room. I grabbed her waist and turned her over, forcing her onto her hands. and knees. Now, she was facing the massive glass window, looking directly at the city below us.

I aligned myself and drove back into her from behind.

Katia let out a loud, breathless cry. Her hand reached out, grabbing the glass of the window in a desperate attempt to find purchase, her fingers leaving smudges on the clean pane as she tried to hold onto something. I fucked her hard, my hands clamping around her hips to control the angle, my thrusts becoming savage and deep.

She was shaking. The view of the city was a blur of lights, but all she could feel was the massive, throbbing weight of my cock moving inside her.

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