Chapter 292

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Katia’s POV

I brushed past Delia’s shoulder without another word. The suffocating, heavy scent of her floral perfume and the flicker of her useless dinner candles faded behind me as I crossed the threshold of the formal dining room and headed straight for the grand stone staircase.

My heels clicked sharply against the stone as I ascended, each step carrying me further into the quiet, dark sanctuary of Julian’s private wing. My heart was hammering against my ribs, wild and fueled by the sheer audacity of what lay downstairs and the unknown danger waiting for me above.

When I reached his room, the door was slightly ajar. A single, warm sliver of light cut a sharp line through the dim corridor.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Julian was standing just inside the bedroom, his massive frame trembling slightly. He was holding onto the heavy wooden doorframe with a white-knuckled grip, using it as an anchor just to keep himself balanced against the invisible weight pressing down on his chest. His forehead was slick with sweat, his dark hair messy and clinging to his temples, and his breathing came in low, ragged rasps that rattled in the quiet of the room.

My eyes slowly scanned him from head to toe, cataloging the strain in his broad, rigid shoulders before drifting down his body.

And then, they landed on his trousers.

The fabric was severely tented. The sheer, massive thickness of his erection was unmistakable, pushing aggressively against the dark, heavy material of his trousers. It was so hard, so incredibly rigid, that I could clearly see the dark, wet outline of a pre-cum print bleeding directly through the fabric over the swollen head.

Julian’s dark, pitch-black eyes locked onto mine, dilated with a raw, unhinged hunger that made my skin burn.

“Listen,” he rasped, his voice sounding like iron sliding over stone as he forced the words through his tightening throat. “You can’t run, and you definitely have nowhere else to run to because I am going to fuck you. And I am not going to be gentle. I might hurt you, but you are the only woman I will fuck for the rest of my life—not your sister p>

Those words hit my ears like a physical blow. A hot, violent jolt of pure, territorial excitement instantly made my pussy throb with a deep, liquid heat. The possessive, feral beast in my chest roared, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as I took a slow step toward him.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked, my voice dropping to a low, quiet murmur as I closed the distance between us. “You are sweating and you have a boner p>

Julian let out a low, ragged breath, his fingers digging deeper into the wooden doorframe to stabilize himself.

“Delia drugged me,” he said, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. “She spiked the wine. The moment I noticed the metallic taste, I dragged myself up here so she wouldn’t see that the drug was working. But I called you in front of her p>

I stopped two inches from his chest, looking up into his glazed, dark eyes, my mind racing through the terrifying logistics of what he had just done.

“Julian, calling me in your drugged state will make it obvious that we are fucking,” I said, my voice steady but tight with the sheer danger of our reality. “She knows she drugged you, and she knows you will need a woman to get rid of it p>

Julian let out a dry, mocking chuckle that sounded more like a growl.

“Well, in as much as this sounds so wrong, there is one thing I am very sure of,” he rasped, his face leaning down until his hot, heavy breath brushed against my lips. “Delia can never admit that she drugged me. It would destroy her social standing and her arrangement with me. So, we will both pretend like the drug issue didn’t happen—the same way she will never ask me how I got rid of my boner p>

Before I could even answer, Julian reached down.

His hands were heavy and trembling slightly as he unbuckled his belt, ripping his zipper down and shoving his trousers and boxers to the floor. He kicked them away, standing completely naked in front of me in the dim light of the bedroom.

His cock sprang free—massive, thick, and fully rigid, pulsing with a dark, heavy pressure that made his veins stand out like thick ropes along the shaft. The head was swollen and deep purple, a continuous drop of clear, hot pre-cum dripping slowly from the tip and running down his shaft.

Watching him, it looked like he was in pure, physical pain. He needed a release, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow gasps as he fought the overwhelming heat of the drug.

Julian reached down, his large, scarred hand wrapping tightly around his own thick shaft. His knuckles went completely white under the pressure as he gripped his cock, his eyes locking onto mine with a possessive, unyielding weight.

“I am going to ravish you, Katia,” he growled, his voice a low, warning register that rattled in my chest. “I am going to lock you to this mattress and stretch your tight little pussy so wide open that you will carry the print of my dick for a week. Do you think you can handle it, handle me and my big fat cock? I have been gentle with you, kitten, but this is different. I am going to drive myself so deep inside your wet core that you won’t even remember your own name. I am going to ruin you tonight, Kitten. You are going to take every single inch of this p>

I stood there, completely frozen, my breathing shallow, my eyes locked on his throbbing shaft as his dirty talk sent a violent, heavy rush of wetness pooling between my thighs.

The storm was officially inside the room. And there was absolutely nowhere left to hide. Oh, God help me, I just wanted him to stop talking and show me just how animalistic he can be.

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