Chapter 293

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Katia’s POV

The heavy oak door clicked shut with a definitive, hollow snap, sealing the rest of the world completely out of existence.

Before my hand even left the brass handle, the air in the room vanished.

Julian didn’t walk. Driven by the chemical fire Delia had slipped into his wine, he lunged—a massive, dark silhouette cutting through the dim bedroom.

His hot, heavy hands clamped around my waist with a violent torque that lifted my feet clean off the floor. I didn’t even have the breath to gasp before he hauled me against his chest, his muscular frame radiating a terrifying, furnace-like heat, and threw me.

I hit the mattress hard. The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, the silk duvet bunching up around my head as my hair went wild over my face.

I scrambled to sit up, but his heavy knees already pinned my hips into the silk. He descended on me like an apex predator reclaiming his den, his massive chest heaving in shallow, labored gasps that rattled in the quiet room.

He didn’t speak. He couldn’t.

His clenched jaw twitched in rapid, violent spasms, the muscles beneath his skin locked tight. Dilated with raw, unhinged hunger, his pitch-black eyes were completely unseeing, glazed over with the blinding heat of the aphrodisiac.

Sweat slicked his forehead, wetting his dark hair until it clung to his temples, and a thick thread of saliva escaped the corner of his clenched lips, dripping hot onto the hollow of my throat. He was completely feral, his body entirely surrendered to the agonizing strain of the drug.

My fingers clawed at his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders, my defenses disintegrating under the sheer, brutal weight of him.

Julian didn’t waste time with buttons or zippers.

His large, scarred hands hooked into my collar and ripped. The sound of silk tearing was sharp and loud, buttons clattering across the hardwood floor as he peeled the shirt down, trapping my elbows behind my back. He reached down, his fingers clawing at my waist, tearing my trousers and underwear away in one single, violent swipe, exposing my bare, pale skin to the cool air of the bedroom.

I was completely naked under him, my thighs trembling, my body instantly reacting to the raw, terrifying urgency radiating off his frame.

There was no preparation. No touch to ease the transition or slick my path. The drug had narrowed his mind to a single, violent calculation of release, stripping away any trace of the civil executive. He shoved my knees wide apart, his heavy thighs locking them open, and positioned himself directly between my legs.

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

I looked up, my chest heaving, locking onto his glazed, unseeing stare.

And then, he thrust. He didn’t ease himself in. He slanted his hips and drove his entire, thick, unyielding length inside me in one single, violent plunge while drooling.

My eyes went wide.

The sudden, brutal entry was a physical shock that went straight to my bones. My head thrashed back against the mattress, my mouth opening in a silent, breathless scream as my tight, dry walls were stretched to their absolute, agonizing limit. The sheer, staggering size of him felt like it was tearing me apart, a hot, blistering sting of pain that made my vision briefly blacken at the edges.

Julian didn’t pause to let me adjust. He drooled and began to thrust.

It was a relentless, high-velocity assault. The speed was terrifying—a feverish, unbroken cadence of raw, unchecked power. He pounded into me with a steady, heavy violence, his hips hitting mine with a wet, heavy thud that echoed loudly in the quiet wing of the house.

I screamed.

The sound was a raw mixture of physical pain and an immediate, overwhelming rush of white-hot pleasure. The friction of his thick shaft drew the wetness from my depths, turning the agonizing stretch into a slick, sliding torment. Every time he bottomed out, his heavy pelvic bone slammed hard against mine, driving deep against my cervix, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to my stomach.

He let out a low, guttural growl deep in his chest. And then, his voice broke through the dark static of his breathing.

“Katia p>

It was a breathless, desperate rasp whispered directly into my ear as his hips continued to drive without mercy while he drooled as if my pussy were the most delicious pussy he’d ever fucked.

“Katia… Katia p>

He hoarsely screamed my name with every massive, soul-crushing thrust. It was a continuous, desperate chant that matched the insane, high-velocity speed of his hips. His hands clamped around my waist, his fingers digging deep into my skin, leaving dark red marks that I knew would turn to bruises by morning, holding me pinned to take the full, brutal weight of his fury.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

My fingers dug into the hard, sweat-slicked muscle of his shoulders, my nails scratching his skin to find an anchor in the storm. The heat radiating off his body was suffocating, turning the air in the room to steam. My head thrashed against the pillow, my mouth open in a continuous stream of breathless, ragged cries as he pounded me deeper and deeper into the mattress.

The pleasure quickly overwrote the pain, a sweet, heavy heat blooming from my core and spreading down my thighs. My internal walls clenched around his thick shaft in tight, involuntary spasms, wrapping around him like a hot vice. But Julian’s pace only intensified. He didn’t slow down; he used the tightness of my walls to grind himself even deeper, his thrusts becoming savage and deep.

The friction was loud now, the sound of our joined fluids a wet, repeating punctuation to the unceasing creaking of the heavy headboard.

Sweat dropped from his forehead, mixing with the moisture on the sheets beneath us. He was fighting the chemical fire in his blood, and the only way to survive it was to drive himself as deep inside my wet, swollen core as possible.

My vision blurred into a hazy, golden streak as my climax built. The tension in my lower abdomen coiled into a tight spring, pushing me over the edge of sanity.

“Julian! Oh god, Julian p>

My pussy locked around his cock in a series of violent, desperate contractions, milking his shaft with an agonizing tightness. I came hard, my body going entirely rigid, my head throwing back as the release tore through my veins in waves of pure, liquid heat.

But Julian didn’t let me rest.

Even as my walls spasmed and clenched around him, his pace remained relentless. He kept thrusting, driving hard through the tight contractions of my climax, completely ignoring my fatigue. He was a force of nature that refused to stop, a dominant beast reclaiming his territory.

He growled, a vibrating, animal sound that shook his entire frame. His hands slid down, hooking under my knees to shove my thighs even wider apart, opening me to an agonizingly deep angle that allowed him to bottom out with every single stroke.

And then, without warning, he pulled out.

The sudden, cold rush of air against my soaking wet skin made me let out a sharp, empty cry. But before I could even open my eyes to breathe, his heavy hands grabbed my hips. He flipped me over onto my stomach, forcing my chest into the pillows and pushing my ass high in the air, preparing to drive back in from behind.

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