เข้าสู่ระบบKatia’s POVI lay on my side facing him, the sheets still warm from everything we had already done downstairs and in the shower. My body felt heavy in the best way—used, satisfied, but nowhere near finished. The race still hummed under my skin. Winning always left me like this: restless, hungry, needing something only he could give me.I looked at him. Really looked.Julian’s hair was damp from the shower. A faint red mark from my nails sat on his shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, lazy and dark, the way they got when the edge had been taken off but not completely.“I saw what you did there,” I said.He turned his head on the pillow. “Did where?”“The race. You could have won. But you made me win on purpose.”A slow, crooked smile pulled at his mouth. He didn’t deny it. Instead he shifted down the bed, settled between my legs, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right over my cunt through the thin sheet. The heat of his breath made me twitch.He looked up at me, lips still close enough
Julian’s POVThe adrenaline still hadn’t left either of us.Katia was still in the leather jacket she’d raced in, cheeks flushed, eyes bright in that dangerous way that only came after she’d won something she wasn’t supposed to risk. We were on the couch. I had pulled her against me, careful of the small curve of her stomach, and she had laughed against my mouth like the laugh itself was a dare.“You’re still vibrating,” she said.“So are you.”She swung a leg over my lap and sat down hard, grinding against the front of my pants until I hissed. The jacket creaked when she shrugged it off. Underneath she still wore the black racing top, damp at the neck from heat and sweat. I dragged it up and over her head. Her bra followed. Her tits spilled into my hands, heavier already, nipples tight and dark.I sucked one into my mouth without asking. Katia’s head fell back. Her fingers dug into my hair and held me there while I licked and bit and sucked the other one just as hard. She was already
Julian’s POVThe location dropped four hours before the race. Same coded shit as always. Some abandoned waterfront road in Brooklyn. Wide enough to go fast, quiet enough that the cops wouldn’t show up too quick, close enough that half the city’s underground racing crowd could get there in an hour.We didn’t all arrive together. Marcus and I planned that days ago. No big family entrance. Nothing that screamed, "Look at us.”Grandma Celeste got there first. Her own car, her own driver. She sat in a folding chair like she was at a fucking concert instead of an illegal street race. Gail showed up next with Aiden on her hip even though the kid kept saying he could walk. His eyes went huge the second he saw the cars and the crowd.David and Martha came after that. Still clueless. They thought this was just some family outing to support Katia while she was pregnant. Grandma had sold them that story after the whole Delia mess, and they bought it. They had no idea the woman they came to cheer
~Julian~I gathered the family that evening, Grandma Celeste seated in her usual chair, Gail perched on the arm of the sofa, the weight of what I needed to ask them settling into the room before I had said a single word."Katia wants to race," I said. "Against Tessa Sterling. She needs our help."Grandma Celeste's expression did not change, but something in her posture straightened, the way it always did when a situation required her full attention."Help how?" she asked."I need everyone present at the race," I said. "All of us. It provides cover and confuses the narrative Tessa is trying to build around who Catwoman actually is."Gail's brow furrowed."I will bring Aiden," she said, then paused, her expression shifting into something more careful. "Is it safe, Julian? For Katia to race while pregnant. What if someone sees who she is, or even if they do not recognize her face, what if they see the bump and put the pieces together themselves?""That is exactly why we want every Windso
~Julian~I drove to Zane's place that evening without calling ahead, needing somewhere to think that was not my own house, and found Sam already there when he opened the door, the two of them sitting on his balcony with drinks in hand."You saw the challenge," Zane said, before I had even fully stepped inside."I saw it," I said."And Katia," Zane asked."She wants to race," I said.Zane was quiet for a moment, studying my face with the kind of assessment he usually reserved for board decisions rather than personal ones."You are here because you want Sam to talk her out of it," he said finally.I did not deny it. "Yes," I answered.Zane leaned back in his chair, something almost amused crossing his face. "You are late," he said. "Katia already gave Sam the details this morning. Whatever operation is happening, Sam has already agreed to run it."I turned to look at Sam. "You are helping her with this?" I asked."I am helping her," Sam confirmed, unbothered by the accusation in my tone
~Katia~Julian found me in the kitchen the next morning, my laptop open on the counter, a headline already glowing on the screen that I had been staring at for the better part of ten minutes.TESSA STERLING ISSUES PUBLIC CHALLENGE TO CATWOMAN AND JULES. WHERE DID THE CITY'S MOST ELUSIVE RACERS DISAPPEAR TO?"You have seen it," Julian said, reading my face rather than the screen."I have seen it," I said.He came to stand beside me, reading the article over my shoulder, his jaw tightening as he scrolled through Tessa's public statement, half accusation and half taunt, wondering aloud whether the city's two most notorious underground racers had simply grown too comfortable to defend the reputations they had once fought so hard to build."You are not doing this," Julian said once he finished reading.I looked at him."I did not ask permission," I answered."Katia," he said, his voice carrying the calm he used when he was trying very hard not to raise it, "you are three months pregnant."
~Katia~“Get out!” my mom screamed, her voice tearing through the hallway like a bomb going off in a small room.The sound hit the walls and bounced back so violently, like the house itself was flinching. Even the air felt startled, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. My he
~Katia~I woke up to the sour taste of bile creeping up my throat, and my legs threw me out of bed before my brain could even catch up. The morning light seared into my eyes like punishment, and I stumbled across the cold floor, my feet slapping against the wood, straight into the bathroom. My knee
~Katia~"Do you know how hard I've been holding myself?" I didn't answer because all I wanted was to get laid. I could still feel the ache between my legs. He carried my bridal style and led me to his hotel room. "Now, I can fuck you however I want because you are now my wife, princess." The room
~Katia~Vegas heat hit me like a wave the second I stepped off the private jet. The runway shimmered under the late afternoon sun, and I squinted past my sunglasses, already half-listening to the ping of updates on my encrypted racing burner phone. Six hours before the race, and my heart was alread







