Chapter 493 The Storm

Julian’s POV

The sky went black at three in the afternoon.

I saw it from the terrace and immediately did not like what was coming. The wind arrived first, strong enough to move the trees. Then I saw the heavy line of rain moving across the water toward the beach. I went inside, found Katia sitting on the couch in my shirt, and took hold of her wrist.

“Inside,” I told her.

“It is only rain,” she argued.

“It is a storm. Move.”

She moved. Katia liked arguing with me, but she liked losing those arguments even more. The staff had already shut the outer doors and retreated to their own wing, leaving the rest of the villa to us. I locked the terrace doors and watched the first heavy sheet of rain slam against the glass.

“You fuss too much,” she teased.

“I protect what is mine. Sit.”

We ate whatever had already been left out for us. Bread, fruit, cold fish, and wine that Katia only sipped while I drank mine. Thunder rolled across the hill, shaking the silence around us. She watched the rain beating against the glass while I watched her mouth.

“Aiden will ask if we saw a storm,” I said. “Clara will not care. She will just want you the second we walk through the door.”

“And you?” Katia asked.

“I will want you after they go to sleep. Same as I do here. I am not going home to a closed bedroom door.”

“You will not get one,” she promised.

The lights died with the next crack of thunder. The entire villa went dark, except for the grey light coming through the windows. I lit the candles on the table because I wanted to see her face. Katia came around the couch and climbed onto my lap, placing her knees on either side of me as my shirt rode higher up her thighs. She had nothing underneath it. I already knew that.

“The storm makes me want you, I mean,” she whispered.

“Then ask me for it.”

“Fuck me, mean,” she demanded. “I can take it.”

“You used to say I was too big.”

“Back then, I was not used to it.”

“You are used to it now.”

I shoved the shirt higher and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth until she gasped. My hand moved between her legs and found her soaked for me. I pushed two fingers inside her and fucked her with them until her hips began rocking against my hand. Then I freed my cock, gripped her hip, and pulled her down onto me in one deep stroke.

She cried out as I filled her completely. Her cunt was tight around me, and I held her there for a moment, making her feel all of me.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“I can take it,” she breathed. “I love you. Move.”

I thrust upward hard enough to shift the couch beneath us. Then I did it again, pulling out until only the head remained inside her before driving myself all the way back to the base. Again and again. The thunder covered the sounds she made. I kept my strokes long so she could feel every inch of me, then shortened them when her body started shaking. When she got closer, I went deep again because I wanted her to take my entire cock when she came.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Katia looked straight at me, her mouth open as she struggled to catch her breath and her eyes wet from the intensity.

“You take my cock so well,” I told her. “Like you were built for it. I love you. Come for me.”

She reached down and rubbed her clit until she came, clenching hard around me while her nails dug into my neck. I fucked her through the orgasm without stopping. Five more deep thrusts. Then six. Finally, I buried myself completely inside her and came, spilling deep while holding her down against me until I had nothing left.

Rain hammered against the glass while Katia remained on my cock, breathing hard against me.

“Again,” she demanded. “I want to be on top. I want to fuck you while the storm is loud.”

“Then do it.”

I leaned back against the couch. She sank down onto me again, still wet and full of what I had already left inside her, and began to ride me. She lifted herself, dropped back down, then ground her hips against mine. Her breasts moved in the candlelight, and I took them in my hands, pinching her nipples until she swore at me.

“Talk to me,” I demanded.

“I love you. I love your cock. I am used to it now. Stay still.”

I let her have control for a minute. Then my hips started rising to meet every downward movement of hers. Down and up. Again and again. The storm covered every sound coming from the villa. Katia came on top of me, her entire body shaking, and I grabbed her waist and thrust upward hard until I came again with her name on my lips.

I was not done with her.

I pulled out, spread a blanket across the floor, and bent her over it.

“Hands down,” I ordered.

“Mean,” she breathed. “Good.”

I pushed inside her from behind and immediately set a brutal pace. The angle allowed me to reach deep, and every hard thrust shoved her body forward across the blanket. I grabbed her hip, pulled her back toward me, and did it again. Long and hard. For a moment, the wet sounds of our bodies meeting were louder than the rain, until another crack of thunder swallowed everything.

“You take it,” I growled. “All of it. Tell me.”

“I take it,” Katia gasped. “I love you. Do not stop.”

I reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit while continuing to thrust. She came with a broken sound, her cunt gripping me so tightly that I swore. I fucked her through that orgasm too, then spilled inside her for the third time, my hips jerking through the release while I stayed buried deep.

We eventually ended up in the bed because the floor was too hard for how long I wanted to stay inside her. I put Katia beneath me, still hard enough to push back into her, and moved slowly this time. Deep, unhurried strokes while the storm continued beating against the glass.

“I love you,” I told her. “More than the company. More than the name. More than the money that bought this island. You, Aiden, and Clara. That is the entire list.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I love you too. Stay.”

I stayed exactly where she wanted me; our bodies still joined while we listened to the rain. My wife was full of me, and my children were safe on the other side of the water. Anyone who ever tried to touch what belonged to me would learn exactly what my money was for.

The storm did not let up until morning. Neither did I.