บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Billionaire Husband : บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

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

~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

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

Katia’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

~Katia~Julian and I watched the press conference from our own living room, the television volume low, both of us leaning forward on the couch as Gail stepped up to the podium set up in the estate's front garden. I had my legs curled beneath me, a cup of tea going cold in my hands, unable to focus on anything except my sister-in-law's face filling the screen."I am Catwoman," she said, her voice calm despite the visible tension in her shoulders.The room on screen erupted into noise, reporters shouting over one another, and beside me Julian went rigid, his hand finding mine and gripping it tightly enough that I understood exactly how much this had blindsided him too.She had not told us. She had left the estate that morning claiming she needed air, and instead she had called a press conference herself, deciding, apparently alone, that the fastest way to end this was simply to give Tessa Sterling the confession she wanted, true or not.I did not know how to feel about it, watching her