Chapter 247

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Julian’s POV

Katia was shaking. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back to pull me even deeper into her. She was moaning my name over and over, her voice a broken, desperate sound that filled the locked office.

“Julian… Oh god, Julian, it’s too much,” she sobbed, her hips meeting mine, trying to survive the speed of my attack.

“It’s exactly what you wanted,” I hissed, leaning down to take her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. I tasted the salt of her tears and the heat of her breath, my tongue mimicking the brutal, heavy rhythm of my hips.

I reached down, my hands sliding under her ass to lift her, changing the angle so I could go even deeper. Every stroke was a complete, unyielding devastation of her defenses. I was erasing the media wall. I was erasing Tessa. I was making sure that the only thing Katia Kensington could think about, the only thing she could feel, was the massive, throbbing weight of my cock inside her.

Her pussy was clenching around me so hard it was nearly painful, the spasms of her impending climax starting to ripple through her walls. She came hard, her body going entirely rigid, her mouth opening in a silent, breathless scream as her climax tore through her.

I felt her release hit—the violent, rhythmic gripping of her pussy milking my shaft, drawing the heat from my balls.

The tightness was my breaking point. I let out a low, animal growl deep in my chest. I gave three more massive, soul-crushing thrusts, burying myself so deep against her womb that our hip bones slammed together, and then I broke.

I spilled my seed deep inside her. The hot, thick pulse of my release filled her core, over and over, until my thighs were shaking and my chest was heaving against hers.

We stayed like that, tangled together on the ruined desk, the only sound the heavy, ragged gasps of our breathing. My cock was still buried deep inside her, softening slowly, while her pussy continued to pulse around me, leaking my come onto the mahogany wood below.

I slowly pulled out, the slick, wet sound of it echoing in the quiet room. I looked down at her. Her hair was messy, her lipstick was smeared, and her black dress was hiked up to her ribs. The cool corporate mask was gone, replaced by the flushed, trembling reality of a woman who had been thoroughly claimed.

I took her chin in my hand, my thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“Never smirk at me again, Kitten,” I whispered, my voice cold, possessive, and absolute. “Because I will do this in front of the cameras next time p>

I adjusted my trousers, buckled my belt, and walked toward the door. I didn’t look back as I turned the deadbolt and walked out, leaving her on the desk to clean up the mess I had made.

Katia’s POV

My thighs were screaming.

Every step I took down the polished concrete corridor of the IG Technologies executive floor was a reminder of the violent, relentless way Julian had claimed me against the mahogany desk yesterday afternoon. My hips were bruised, the skin on my waist carried the dark, fading prints of his fingers, and my pussy was still throbbing with a deep, tender soreness that made me sit very carefully in my leather desk chair.

But I wore a cream-colored pantsuit today. High collar, sharp shoulders, and silk lining. No skin. My corporate armor was locked tightly into place, and not a single person on my board would ever guess that their CEO had been thoroughly, brutally ravished on the very furniture they were currently sitting around.

Except Julian.

He was already in the boardroom when I walked in. He sat at the far end of the long glass table, representing the WEG investment block. He wore a charcoal suit, his hair perfectly combed, his face the unreadable, frozen mask of a billionaire executive. But the moment I entered, his dark eyes locked onto me. They didn’t drift. They tracked the slight, almost imperceptible hitch in my stride, and a slow, incredibly faint tilt touched the corner of his lips.

He knows, I thought, my chest tightening with a sudden spike of heat. He knows exactly what he did to me.

I ignored him. I took my place at the head of the table.

“Are we waiting for the legacy partners, Sam?” I asked, looking at my tablet.

Sam stood behind me, her expression grim. “They’re already accounted for, Katia. But we have an unscheduled addition to the roster. She’s currently in the elevator p>

Before I could ask, the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open.

Tessa Sterling walked in like she owned the building. She had traded her gold gown for a tailored, navy blue pantsuit that cost more than my first three servers, but the professional look didn’t hide the predatory, athletic stride of a woman who was used to cutting corners at two hundred miles per hour. She had two high-priced attorneys flanking her, their briefcases heavy and smug.

The board members shifted, murmuring in confusion.

Julian didn’t move. He simply leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers interlaced over his stomach, his eyes turning cold and focused.

“Tessa,” I said, my voice smooth, level, and entirely empty of welcome. “This is a closed board meeting for IG Technologies stakeholders. You are in the wrong room p>

Tessa smiled. It was the same slow, provocative smile she had used when she kissed my sister’s husband, who is also my sneaky link on the red carpet yesterday. She walked to the empty chair directly across from Julian, her fingers tracing the polished glass of the table before she sat down. Her lawyers remained standing behind her.

“I don’t think I am, Katia,” Tessa said, her voice carrying that low, deliberate speed. “As of nine o’clock this morning, Sterling Motorsports has acquired the legacy fourteen percent block of IG Technologies shares previously held by the Meridian startup founders. I am here to claim my seat on your executive board p>

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