Please Come Back, My Love Chapter 22

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—"

"You can't save her." His forehead pressed against mine, his breath warm against my lips. "There's nothing you can do, Elena."

"But—"

"But," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "if you beg me nicely... I might ask my friend to go easy on her."

I hated myself for what I was about to do. Hated the desperation in my voice. Hated that he had this power over me.

"Please," I whispered. "Please ask him to be gentle with her. She doesn't deserve—"

"Shh." His lips brushed my ear, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. "I'll talk to him. But you need to be good for me. Understand?"

His hands were already moving, sliding under my coat, finding the zipper of my dress.

I should stop him. Should push him away. Should maintain some shred of dignity.

But Sophia's face flashed in my mind—terrified, being dragged away by a man who looked like he wanted blood.

So I let him.

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 whir 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.

I could feel myself clenching around him, my arousal coating his fingers as he worked me higher, faster.

"You're so wet," he growled, his breath hot against my neck. "So fucking tight. I love how you respond to me."

I moaned louder, my hands gripping his shoulders as the tension built to an unbearable peak.

His fingers thrust deeper, his palm grinding against my clit, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with shuddering force. My walls pulsed around his fingers, and I cried out, my body trembling in his lap.

As I came down from the high, flushed and panting, Julian shifted me slightly, his hands moving to his belt. He unbuckled it quickly, freeing his hard length from his pants.

It sprang out, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. He positioned me over him, guiding his cock toward my entrance, rubbing the tip against my slick folds.

"Julian, wait," I gasped, my voice shaky but firm. "I... I can't. Not like that. My body's not... I'm not feeling well right now. It hurts too much."

He paused, his eyes narrowing for a moment, but then he nodded, a dark smile curving his lips. "Alright, then. We'll do it another way. You're going to make me feel good with that pretty mouth of yours first."

He guided me down, and I knelt between his legs as best I could in the confined space of the car. His hand tangled in my hair, gently but insistently pulling me closer.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum as I swirled my tongue over it. He groaned, his hips shifting slightly as I took him deeper, my mouth stretching around his girth.

"Fuck, Elena," he hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Just like that. Suck me harder."

I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down, my tongue tracing the veins along his shaft.

I used my hand to stroke the base where my mouth couldn't reach, twisting gently as I sucked.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his free hand gripping the seat as I worked him over, the wet sounds of my mouth filling the air.

After a few minutes, he pulled me up, his chest heaving. "Not done yet," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

His hands moved to my back, deftly unhooking my bra through my dress.

He pushed the fabric down, exposing my breasts, the cool air making my nipples pebble instantly.

"Perfect," he said, his eyes hungry as he looked at me. He positioned his cock between my breasts, pressing them together with his hands to create a tight channel.

I held them in place as he began to thrust, the slickness from my mouth easing the friction.

His hips moved steadily, his cock sliding between my soft curves, the head bumping against my chin with each upward motion.

"God, you feel amazing," he groaned, his thumbs teasing my nipples as he fucked my breasts.

The sensation was intimate, vulnerable, his pace quickening as beads of sweat formed on his brow.

I watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on the sight of himself moving between my tits.

His thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing erratic. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. With a final, deep groan, he came, hot spurts of his release painting my chest and neck.

He shuddered through it, his hands still cupping my breasts as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When he finally stilled, he pulled me back into his lap, cleaning me up gently with a handkerchief from his pocket. His hand moved to cup my face, thumb brushing my swollen lips.

And that's when the question I'd been holding back all night finally broke free.

"You love her, don't you?" My voice was barely a whisper. "Victoria. You love her."

His entire body went rigid.

"So why are you doing this?" I continued, my voice shaking. "Why are you touching me? Why aren't you with her right now? If you love her so much... if you hate me so much... why don't you go to her instead?"

His eyes searched mine, gray and stormy and filled with something I couldn't name.