Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

Sophia: POV

The knocking grew louder, more insistent, each thud against the door making my heart slam harder against ray ribs.

Lucas’s cock was still buried deep inside me, and he showed no sign of stopping–if anything, his thrusts became more deliberate, more punishing, as if the danger outside only fueled whatever sick game he was playing.

“Lucas, stop-” I tried again, my palms pushing against his chest with what little strength I had left. “She’s going to-

“She’s going to what?” He cut me off with a particularly brutal thrust that forced the air from my lungs. “Find out? Let her.”

My eyes went wide. He couldn’t be serious. But the dark gleam in his eyes, the cruel curve of his lips, told me he absolutely was.

The doorknob rattled violently now, and I heard it–the distinct metallic scrape of someone trying to unlock the door from the outside. My blood ran cold.

“Oh god- Panic clawed up my throat. “Lucas. What if she comes in later?”

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“I know.” His voice was maddeningly calm as he ground his hips against mine, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids even as terror flooded my veins. “That’s what makes this fun.”

“Your fiancée is right outside,” I hissed, my voice shaking with equal parts fear and rage. “You’re in here fucking another woman behind her back–don’t you feel even a shred of shame?”

His answer came with another deep thrust that made my back arch involuntarily. “Not even a little.” His breath was hot against my ear. “In fact, I find it rather thrilling.”

I stared at him, momentarily speechless. Four years I’d known this man–four years of his cruelty, his control, his complete disregard for anything

resembling human decency–and somehow, he still managed to find new ways to shock me.

“You’re fucking insane,” I breathed.

“Maybe.” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, forcing a strangled gasp from my throat. “But you’re still taking my cock like you were

made for it.”

Outside, Claire’s voice rose in pitch. Lucas! Why won’t this door open? What are you doing in there?”

Oh god. Oh god, she was going to come in. Any second now, she was going to get that door open and find me bent over Lucas’s desk with his cock inside me. and my entire life–what little remained of it–would be over.

“Lucas, please I didn’t care that I was begging. Didn’t care about pride or dignity or any of it. “Please, you have to stop-

But he didn’t. His hands gripped my hips harder, fingers digging in so deep they’d leave bruises, as he fucked me with a ruthlessness that bordered on violence. Each thrust drove me higher against the desk, the edge biting into my thighs, my breasts pressed flat against the cold wood.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “Beg me. Let me hear how desperate you are.”

I wanted to curse him. Wanted to claw his eyes out. But my body–my goddamn traitorous body–was responding to every brutal thrust, every degrading word, building toward a climax I absolutely could not afford to reach.

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Chapter 325

The ground of the key turning in the lock made my heart stop.

“No- The word came out as a broken whisper,

Then, just as I heard the lock disengage, Lucas finally pulled out. The sudden emptiness left me gasping disoriented, as he grabbed my arm and hauled me toward the small break room adjacent to his office.

“Get in there,” he ordered, his voice clipped. “Now.”

I stumbled through the doorway, my legs shaking so badly I nearly fell. Behind me, I heard the main office door swing open, Claire’s voice bright and sharp.

“There you are! Why was–Lucas, what’s wrong with you? You’re all flushed.”

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