Chapter 157

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Julian’s POV

It had been seven days since the midnight report.

Seven days of looking at the photograph of Victor Hale’s hand on Katia’s skin. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that prick leaning into her space at the restaurant, looking at her like she was something he could just reach out and take.

The text she sent me afterward—he had his hands all over me, by the way—had been a provocation. She wanted to see me break. She wanted to see how much I could handle before the mask of the professional Julian Windsor cracked and the man underneath took over.

I’d spent the week in a state of controlled homicidal rage. I had walked through boardrooms and handled multimillion-dollar acquisitions, but my mind was always in that restaurant in Tribeca. I was thinking about her thighs. I was thinking about the way she looked at Hale. Most of all, I was thinking about how I was going to remind her exactly who she belonged to.

By Monday morning, I was done waiting. I didn’t care about the schedule or the meetings she had lined up. I drove to IG Technologies, my hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. I didn’t stop for the receptionist. I didn’t wait for Sam to announce me. I walked through the executive floor with a look on my face that made everyone get out of my way.

I threw her office doors open. They slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

“Are you avoiding me, princess?” I said. My voice was a low, dangerous rasp.

Katia and Sam both turned sharply. They were standing by the window, looking at some floor plans. Sam took one look at me—at the dark circles under my eyes and the sheer, aggressive intent in my posture—and she didn’t say a word. She grabbed her folder and walked out immediately. She knew what was about to happen.

“Julian,” Katia called out. She stood her ground, but I could see the way her chest was rising and falling. She knew why I was here.

I didn’t give her a chance to explain. I crossed the floor in three strides, grabbed her face, and crashed my lips into hers. It was a violent, desperate kiss. I was reclaiming her, erasing any trace of Victor Hale’s memory from her mind. I broke the kiss abruptly, my forehead resting against hers as I breathed her in. My hands were shaking.

“He touched you,” I rasped, my fingers digging into her jaw. “He put his hands on what belongs to me p>

“Julian, it was p>

“I don’t care what it was.” I grabbed her and hauled her toward her desk. With one sweep of my arm, I sent her laptop and a stack of folders flying. They hit the floor with a loud crash. I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the mahogany, forcing her legs apart with my body.

I didn’t waste time. I unbuckled my trousers, my cock springing free—hard, thick, and aching for her. I wanted her to feel exactly how angry I was. I claimed her lips again, muffling her gasp as I positioned myself. I didn’t go all the way in. I shoved just the tip of my cock into her, teasing the entrance. I wanted her to feel the weight and the heat of me, but I wasn’t going to give her the full length yet.

I started fucking her with just the tip of my cock. It was a slow, punishing sin. I watched her face, watched the way her eyes rolled back as I rubbed the head of my cock against her most sensitive spot. She started to shake on the desk, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She was wet, so incredibly wet for me, but I held back, keeping the thrusts shallow and torturous.

“You like his touch, Katia?” I growled in her ear. “You like him looking at you? Remember this. Remember who is actually inside you p>

I kept teasing her. Every time she tried to pull me deeper, I held her hips and kept the movement focused only on the tip. I reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, my hand finding her breast. I thumbed her nipple until it was a hard peak, then leaned down and claimed it with my mouth. I sucked it deep, the sharp pull of pleasure making her cry out as I continued that shallow, maddening fuck.

“Julian, please,” she sobbed, her back arching off the desk.

“No,” I hissed. “You don’t get ’please’ today p>

I increased the pace, the friction building until her body couldn’t take it anymore. Katia’s breath came in ragged hitches until she finally broke. Her body convulsed in a violent climax as she came around the head of my cock, her thighs shaking against my hips. I didn’t stop. I kept the shallow rhythm steady until I felt my own release hit. I groaned, a raw sound of approval, and pulled out just as I came. The heat of it spilled across her thighs and the dark wood of the desk.

The office was silent except for our breathing. I took a handkerchief from my pocket and cleaned myself up. I looked down at her—her hair was a mess, her skirt was hiked up, and her lips were swollen from my mouth. She looked like she had been thoroughly claimed.

“Next time you let another man hold you or come close to you,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, cold vibration, “just fucking remember who you belong to. Got it p>

Katia bit her index finger, her eyes glazed as she looked up at me. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

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