Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355

“I hate that I want this,” she sobbed as I unhooked her bra, let it fall. “I hate it so much.”

I bent my head, took one nipple into my mouth, and she gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me there even as she cried.

“Lucas–oh God–I hate you-

I switched to the other breast, my hand sliding down to unbutton her pants. She lifted her hips, helping me pull them off, and when I looked up at her, she was staring at the ceiling, tears pooling in her ears.

“This is the drug,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “It’s just the drug. It’s not real.”

I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hand sliding between her thighs. She was wet–so wet–and she moaned into my mouth when I touched her, her hips bucking against my hand even as she sobbed.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Lucas–I can’t–I need—”

I knew what she needed. I unbuckled my belt, shoved my pants down, and positioned myself between her legs.

She looked up at me, her eyes hazy, conflicted, full of something that looked like anguish.

“I’m going to regret this,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“I’m going to hate you even more.”

“I know.”

She reached up, touched my face, her fingers trembling. “Then why does it hurt so much to want you?”

I didn’t have an answer. I just lined myself up, felt the heat of her against me, and started to push in.

She tensed immediately, her hands flying to her stomach.

“Wait- Her voice was sharp, panicked. “No–Lucas, stop-”

I hesitated, my brow furrowing. “Sophia?”

“My stomach–it hurts–something’s wrong–don’t-”

I thought it was the drug. Thought she was just disoriented, confused. So I kept going, pushed forward, and slid inside her.

She cried out–not in pleasure, but in pain–and I froze, my heart hammering.

“Sophia-”

“It hurts,” she sobbed, her hands pressed to her abdomen, her whole body going rigid. “Lucas, it hurts–stop–please-”

I hung up, grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around her trembling body. She flinched when I touched her, pulled away.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sophia, I’m sorry–I didn’t know-”

“You didn’t stop. Her voice was flat, dead. “I told you to stop, and you didn’t.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth, tried to explain, but nothing came out.

She turned her face away, and I sat there, frozen, useless, while the blood kept spreading.

Five minutes later, I heard the sirens. I scooped her up again, blanket and all. She didn’t protest this time. Didn’t say anything. Just let me carry her out into the hallway, her body limp and cold in my arms.

I jabbed the elevator button, my mind racing–what the fuck happened, why is she bleeding, did I hurt her, did the drug do this, what if she-

The doors opened, and I stepped inside. As they started to close, I saw a flash of movement at the end of the hall.

Claire.

Standing there, watching, her expression unreadable.

And for the first time in a long time, I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do.