Page 31 of Sinful Touch

I open the note my heart races as I look over the words

Liliana,

Did you really think he would stay faithful to you? Why would he look at you and look at him? Why would he ever choose you when he can have them all?

I drop the letter on the floor and open the metal box. I grab the razor and set the box next to the note Chad left for me.

He is right.

I close my eyes and place the razor against my skin. This is the only way I know how to make this throbbing pain go away.

I was a stupid foolish girl, why would he want me when he could have them all?

I push down on the razer, and my heart races so fast that I can hear it in my ears.

A shadow kneels in front of me pulling my attention away, I open my eyes and see Jax kneeling in front of me.

He grabs the razer and gently takes it from my hand, placing it back into the metal box.

I watch him closely as he picks up the letter and scans the words. His eyes quickly meet mine.

“How long has he been leaving you letters?” He asks in a quiet, enraged tone.

I don't respond. My answer will change nothing.

“I love you, Liliana Silver. I have loved you since the first time I saw you,” he confesses.

My heart now racing for a whole new reason.

“I’m sorry about the girl. She means nothing to me. You mean everything to me, Darlin,” he says, allowing me to see that he is also an open wound to me.

“I am no different than the others,” I whisper.

“That is not true. You are different. You are different because I need you. I wanted them.” He confesses, his voice breaking with the last few words he speaks.

“Jax,” I whisper as I slowly get up, forcing him to stand.

“You can’t leave me, Liliana, please,” He begs me, showing me his pain, his anxiety.

“I can’t compete with them,” I confess to him.

“I don't want them,” He says quickly, trying to reassure me.

“You don't want this, me, I am a mess, look at me”

He walks into me, pinning me between the wall and him, “I am looking at you, Darlin”

“Please let me go before I hurt you.”

“Hurt me, curse me, do whatever the fuck you want, but I am not going anywhere,” He says as he plants his hands on either side of my head. He leans in and smashes his lips to mine.

A moan escapes me as I melt against his body.

He reaches down and grabs onto my wrists, pulling them over my head, pinning them against the wall, as he pins me harder against the wall.

I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine, us becoming intertwined, becoming one.

Sinful touch, that is what he has, a sinful touch that is going to burn me from the inside out, and I am going to let him.

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