My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 253

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Is He With Delia?

-Katia-

The elevator doors had barely slid open before I was pacing the hardwood of my penthouse living room.

I hadn’t changed out of my racing gear. The custom, sleek one–piece black leather racing jumpsuit was still hugged tight to my body like a second skin, carrying the faint, metallic scent of the track and my own sharp sweat. The adrenaline from the Grand Prix was still vibrating violently in my veins, but it had turned sour, curdling into a dark, restless anxiety that made my chest feel like it was trapped under a lead weight.

I walked straight to the bar. My hands were still trembling as I grabbed the heavy crystal decanter, pouring a double shot of neat scotch into a glass.

I drank it in one go.

The alcohol hit the back of my throat like liquid fire, burning its way down to my stomach, but it did nothing to quiet the rushing static in my head. I checked the time on my phone.

Where the hell was he?

He had told me he slept where I slept. He had claimed my space, my bed, and my body, and yet the penthouse was dead silent. I poured myself another drink, the amber liquid splashing over the rim of the glass. I gulped it down without breathing, the heat blossoming behind my ribs, but my eyes remained locked on the clock.

Was he with Delia? Was he currently in his own wing of the Windsor estate, pretending nothing had happened? Or was he running? Running because my “husband” had finally decided to show his face to the world?

Coward, I thought, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached.

I poured a third drink. Since the race had ended, I hadn’t been myself. I had been like a ghost in my own house, moving through the rooms with a numb, disjointed focus, unable to settle, unable to stop my mind from spinning out of control. Jude Wolfe’s British accent was still echoing in my head, a parasitic threat claiming a life that wasn’t his to touch, while Julian’s matching black McLaren was still burnt into my retinas.

I set the glass down with a sharp click. I couldn’t take the silence anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

The line connected.

“Where the fuck are you, Julian?” I demanded, my voice raw and biting.

“Right here.”

The low, familiar rumble of his voice didn’t come from the speaker of my phone. It came from shrectly behind me

I spun around, the phone slipping from my fingers as Julian tossed his own device onto the leather cushions of the couf He was standing in the shadows of the foyer, his dark coat unbuttoned, his collar slightly open, his eyes completely blank da they locked onto mine. He looked dangerous, a massive, unyielding silhouette against the glass of the window, his chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm.

I didn’t ask how he got in. I didn’t care

I ran to him.

My fingers scrambled for the zipper at my collar, ripping the front of the sleek black leather jumpsuit open and peeling the tight fabric down my shoulders, waist, and hips, kicking the leather away until I was completely taked under the dun lights of the ceiling. I threw myself into his chest, my mouth finding his in a collision of lips and teeth

Julian let ine. He didn’t try to take control, he didn’t try to pun my wrists, his large hands imply weithing that sanismy wast letting the drive the pace of the kiss with an aggressive, consigning hunger that tasted like the worch and the ash of the track

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I broke the kiss just long enough to grab his collar, hauling him backward toward the living room. I threw him onto the couch.

Julian hit the leather, his large frame sinking into the cushions. He didn’t try to stand up. He sat there, his legs parted, his dark eyes tracking every inch of my bare skin with a heavy, suffocating weight.

I dropped to my knees on the floor between his thighs.

My fingers flew to his belt, unbuckling the leather and ripping his zipper down. Hts cock sprang free–massive, thick, and already fully rigid, pulsing with a dark, heavy pressure that leaked a single drop of hot pre–cum against his stomach. I didn’t waste time. I reached out, my hands wrapping around his thick shaft, and leaned in.

I started to suck on his cock.

I started with the tip, my lips wrapping tightly around the swollen head, my tongue swirling over the sensitive skin as I took him deep into my throat. I sucked him hard, the vacuum of my mouth drawing the heat directly from his balls. I reached down, my fingers cupping his heavy sack, my tongue licking and sucking the soft, sensitive skin of his balls while I continued to swallow

his shaft.

“Fuck!” Julian growled.

The sound started deep in his chest, a low, animal vibration that I felt against my face. His hands came down, his fingers burying into my messy, damp hair, holding my head flat against his groin as his hips gave a single, violent twitch.

He came in my mouth.

The hot, thick pulse of his release filled my throat, over and over, heavy and sweet. I didn’t pull back. I stayed right there, my lips sealed around his shaft, swallowing everything he gave me while looking straight into his dark, glazed eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, his voice a broken, breathless rasp.

He reached down, his hands clamping around my waist to bend me over, trying to force me onto my stomach to take me from behind. But I didn’t move. I remained in one place, my thighs locking, resisting the leverage of his hands.

Today, the rules were mine.

I climbed on top of him, my knees straddling his thick thighs as I hovered over his lap. I reached down, my fingers finding his wet, heavy cock and guiding the rigid head directly to my entrance. I was dripping wet, my body completely open, and I sat down on him in one single, heavy plunge.

Julian’s head thrown back against the leather cushions of the couch, a sharp, choked gasp leaving his lips as I filled myself with the entire length of him.

I started to rock back and forth.

I didn’t go fast. I kept it slow, grinding my hips against his, the friction of our wetness slick and loud in the quiet room. Julian’s hands came up, his palms flat against my ass, his fingers digging deep into my skin to hold me down as I rode him. He leaned forward, his mouth finding one of my breasts, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard, his tongue swirling over the peak while I continued to rock on his cock.

Julian moaned.

It was a low, ragged, and entirely broken sound I had never heard him moan since we started tucking he was always the one in control, the one commanding me, the one forcing the noise out of my throat But today, he was out of it. He was completely at my mercy, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed tight as he took the full, unyielding depth of my hips.

I was in control.

I leaned down, taking his mouth in a deep, wet kiss, my tongue mirroring the heavy, thythmic grinding of our pelvic bones t rocked him hard, my thighs burning with the effort, my internal walls clamping down on his thick shaft with an agonizing tightness.

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I came a couple of times. The release hit me in sharp, electric waves that made my pussy spasm around his dick, but I didn’t stop. I kept moving, keeping my weight heavy on him, driving him deeper into the leather.

I felt him start to twitch inside me. The muscles of his shaft were pulsing violently, kis hips lifting slightly off the cushions as he

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