تسجيل الدخولJulian’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’s POVThe dual sensation dragged a moan out of me. I braced my hands on his chest and fucked myself on him in short, deep strokes, the vibrator buzzing steadily, the plug shifting with every movement. Julian’s head tipped back against the pillows. The leash was still wrapped around my fist.“Look at me,” I ordered.His eyes opened, dark and desperate.“Tell me what you want.”“Your cunt,” he rasped. “Please, Katia. Let me fuck you. Let me come inside you. I’ll do whatever you want; just don’t stop.”I smiled and increased the speed of the vibrator.“Beg better than that.”He did. Filthy, broken sentences. How much he needed me. How good I felt around him. How he would stay hard for me all night if I just let him fill me. I came again while he begged, clenching around him hard enough that he almost followed. I pulled off just in time and watched his cock twitch against his stomach, shiny with me.“Turn over. On your hands and knees.”He moved immediately. I clipped the leash to t
Katia’s POVThe mansion had been full of other people’s crises for days.Noah. Elliot. Delia. Press conferences. Threats against our son. Legal calls. Security updates. We had moved through it like soldiers sharing a trench, efficient and exhausted, barely touching except in passing. I had watched Julian carry the weight of it on his shoulders and in the way he kissed Aiden’s forehead like he was still counting the seconds since the school.Tonight I decided the war could wait.I sent Aiden to Grandma Celeste’s for the night with a casual excuse about needing quiet. Then I went into our bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of my dresser, the one Julian never checked because he respected my space.Black lace. A harness-style bodysuit that framed my breasts and left my cunt completely exposed. Sheer stockings. A thin leather collar with a silver ring at the front. Matching cuffs. A short leash of soft black leather. A small remote vibrator. A slender plug with a dark jewel at the base.
~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







