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.”

Then his lips crashed against mine.

This kiss was different–deeper, more punishing, designed to dominate and claim. His tongue invaded my mouth, swallowing my

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protest, his other hand tangling in my hair to hold me in place.

I pushed at his chest, but he was immovable. Heat flooded my body despite everything–despite the anger, despite the hurt. My traitorous body responded the way it always did, melting into him.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His forehead pressed against mine for a heartbeat, his eyes searching my face with an intensity that made my chest ache.

For a split second, I thought I saw something soften in his expression–doubt, maybe, or regret.

But then his jaw tightened again, and whatever I’d glimpsed disappeared behind that cold mask he wore so well!

“Your body is mine,” he said, his voice rough and low. “Every inch of it. No one else gets to touch you. Do you understand?”

“Julian-

“Say it. His hand slid down my throat, thumb pressing against my pulse. “Tell me you understand that you belong to me.”

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “That’s not fair.”

His mouth found my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “Then I’m going to make sure you don’t forget.”

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.

lock

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.

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