Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 31

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 31

Elena: POV

His jaw worked. “Because people who make mistakes should face consequences. And I don’t want you caught in the crossfire when it happens.

I stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The Cruz family. His voice was flat, businesslike. “Three years ago, they broke off Sophia’s engagement to Lucas Reynolds when his family collapsed. Left him to rot while they protected their own interests.”

“Sophia didn’t want that-

“Doesn’t matter what she wanted.” He cut me off. “She stood by while her family destroyed a man’s life. Now Lucas is back, and he’s not the forgiving type.

Anyone associated with the Cruz family might get hurt.”

“Sophia isn’t her family,” I said fiercely. “She didn’t abandon him! She went looking for him after everything happened. She tried to find him-

“So she says.” His tone made it clear he didn’t believe it.

“She did!” I could feel tears burning in my eyes now. “She spent months searching for him. Her family locked her up, monitored her every move, but she still tried. She’s not responsible for what her parents did-”

“Elena. His hand moved to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “Stop.”

“No.” I jerked away from his touch. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to tell me who I can be friends with-”

His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my protest.

I tried to push him away, tried to keep arguing, but he was already pulling/me across the seat, into his lap, his hands tangling in my hair.

No, I thought desperately. Not again. Don’t let him do this again.

But my traitorous body was already responding, my hands fisting in his shirt, my lips parting under his.

His kiss was brutal–possessive, demanding, meant to claim and silence. His tongue swept into my mouth, his teeth catching my lower lip, and I heard myself moan despite everything.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“I have to save her,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Julian, please. Lucas looked so angry. What if he hurts her-

As Julian’s hands roamed lower, the car hummed steadily along the road. Without a word, his assistant in the driver’s seat reached up and activated the privacy partition, the dark panel sliding up silently to separate us from the front.

The quiet whit of the mechanism was the only acknowledgment, sealing us in our own world of heated breaths and forbidden touches.

Julian’s fingers traced the edge of my underwear, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

He pushed my dress up slowly, deliberately, exposing me inch by inch.

His eyes darkened as he looked down, his thumb brushing over the damp fabric between my legs. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

*Already so ready for me.”

He slipped his hand inside my panties, his fingers gliding through my slick folds with expert precision. I gasped as he circled my clit slowly, building the pressure with light, teasing strokes that made my hips buck involuntarily. His other hand cupped my breast through my dress, squeezing gently, his thumb rubbing over my hardening nipple.

“Julian…” I whimpered, my body arching into his touch despite the turmoil in my mind.

He added a second finger, sliding them deeper, curling them to hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

He pumped them in and out rhythmically, his thumb pressing firmly on my clit, the dual sensations sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.