All Chapters of Belonging to You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Abigail’s POV Without another word, Christian hauled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and full of sin and vigor, making all my previous kisses with him pale in comparison. It felt like he'd been waiting to do this all his life.I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled against his lips. My hands pulled him closer, pressing our bodies together until I could feel his hardness throbbing against me through the thin fabric of his briefs. I tugged him even nearer, but it still wasn't enough—my body craved more, demanded it.For a moment, I forgot we were in the pool, out in the open where any of the house staff could see us. But I couldn't give a damn. This wasn't a good idea—in fact, it was a terrible one—but with Christian's mouth on mine, nothing else mattered.His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch, and I moaned louder, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I yelped when he grabbed my ass with brutal force, his finge

Abigail’s POV Mateo settled into his chair like he owned the room. Not arrogantly. Not loudly. Just comfortably. As if his presence was expected. As if the tension he brought with him wasn’t thick enough to choke on. The table went unnaturally quiet. Forks slowed. Glasses lifted with too much care. No one laughed. No one even pretended this was normal. I wasn’t sure whose hand was shaking more, mine or Lola’s. I studied him from the corner of my eye. It was my first time seeing him in person, and I didn’t understand how one man could make an entire family stiffen just by walking into a room. He wasn’t unattractive. Worse, he was a splitting image of Christian. The resemblance hit hard enough to unsettle me. The bone structure. The posture. The way he occupied space without trying. Of course they looked alike. Father and son. Salt-and-pepper hair. Sharp jaw. Easy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He looked like the kind of man people trusted instinctively. The kind who co

Abigail’s POVThe bass vibrated through my bones, loud enough to drown out thought.That was the point.Lola was somewhere in front of me, arms thrown in the air, hair wild, laughing too loud and not caring who heard. Carmen stood beside her with a drink she kept forgetting to sip, eyes scanning the crowd like she was mentally drafting a spreadsheet titled Why this is a terrible idea.And me?For once, I wasn’t thinking.I let the music pull me under. Let the tequila warm my chest. Let the night blur the sharp edges of everything that had happened earlier. The dinner. Mateo. Christian’s eyes on me like he’d carved my name into his ribs.Lola climbed onto the booth seat, arms in the air, screaming the lyrics like they were written just for her. Carmen filmed her, shaking her head, lips twitching with amusement.“You’re going to lose your voice,” Carmen shouted over the music.“Worth it!” Lola yelled back.I laughed, tipping my head back as the crowd surged around us. Someone brushed my

Christian’s POV I closed the distance, my fingers finally gripping her jaw, tilting her face up as my mouth crashed down on hers. She gasped into the kiss, her hands flying to my shirt, fisting the fabric and yanking me between her legs. The stool scraped back as she spread her thighs, the leather dress riding higher, exposing the lace of her panties.Pink lace. My all time favorite.I devoured her mouth, my tongue thrusting deep, tasting the faint sweetness of her earlier drink mixed with her heat. My free hand slid to her thigh, squeezing the firm flesh, nails digging in just enough to make her whimper against my lips. She arched into me, hips rolling forward, seeking friction.“Fuck, this dress,” I growled, breaking the kiss to nip at her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth. “Been driving me insane since I laid my eyes on you.”She panted, her chest heaving, nipples peaking against the tight leather. “Then take it off me.”I chuckled darkly, my hand trailing up her inner thig

Abigail’s POVThe drive to the villa felt longer than it should have.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hands folded too neatly in my lap. My knees stayed pressed together like I was holding something in place.Christian drove with both hands on the wheel.He didn’t look at me.I didn’t look at him either.The silence wasn’t angry. It wasn’t awkward in the obvious way.It was aware.On the balcony earlier, when our eyes had met through the glass, something had passed between us. Not words. Not promises.Just recognition.Like we had both stepped too close to something neither of us had planned for.We didn’t belong to each other.That had always been clear.And yet it had felt like we were both standing at the edge of something neither of us could afford to fall into.I swallowed and adjusted in my seat.“You’re quiet,” he said finally, his voice even.“I have a headache,” I replied, keeping my tone light.His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “You want me to turn t