Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 15

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 15

Elena: POV

“No!” The word burst out before I could stop it. “Julian, it’s not what you think-”

“Then what is it?” His hand tightened on my wrist, fingers digging into my skin. “Explain to me why another man was touching you.”

“He’s just my old mentor from Parsons!” I interrupted, desperation making my voice crack. “Ethan was my advisor when I was in school. We ran into each other at the café, and he offered me a ride. That’s it.”

Julian’s jaw clenched. “And the touching?”

“He said I had something in my hair. He was just trying to help-

“Help.” The word dripped with sarcasm. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

My frustration finally boiled over. “I’m telling you the truth! He didn’t kiss me. Nothing happened.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes! Because it’s the fucking truth, Julian. But even if you don’t believe me, what gives you the right to-”

“What gives me the right?” His laugh was harsh, dangerous. “You’re my wife, Elena. Mine. That gives me every goddamn right.”

A bitter smile twisted my lips. “Your wife? Really? Because the only people who know that are your grandfather, your mother, and a

handful of others. To the rest of the world, you’re still single. So don’t act like I’m the one crossing lines here.”

His eyes darkened. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you have Victoria,” I shot back, my voice shaking. “Your precious white moonlight who you fly to Paris to see. Who you’re planning to marry the second our contract is up. You have her in your heart, but you want to control who I talk to?”

“This isn’t about Victoria-”

“Isn’t it?” The words tasted like ash. “You keep her on speed dial, drop everything when she calls, but I can’t have a conversation with an old friend? That’s bullshit, Julian.”

His hand shot out, gripping my chin roughly. “You want to run that smart mouth of yours? Fine. But let me make something very clear.”

Before I could protest, he yanked me forward, practically dragging me through the front door. It slammed shut behind clicking with finality.

He pushed me back against the closed door, his hands already working at my coat, shoving it off my shoulders.

“Julian, wait-”

“No more waiting.” His hands found the hem of my sweater, yanking it up and over my head. “No more excuses. No more other men.

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He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, and then his mouth was on my breast, tongue circling my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped, my back arching against the door.

His hand slid down my stomach, fingers working at the button of my jeans. “Tell me, Elena. Did you think about him touching you like this?”

“No,” I gasped as his hand slid inside my panties, fingers finding my clit. “Julian, please–”

“Please what?” He bit down on my nipple, making me cry out. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop.” I whispered, shame flooding through me even as pleasure built.