Page 37 of Sinful Touch

She actually fucking gave herself completely to that fucking ass hat; she rather be fucked by an old man, a fucking professor, than me. She has no idea who the fuck she is playing with, but she will, they both will.

If he thinks I am just going to walk away and let them be, he doesn’t know anything at all, and he is dumber than I thought he was.

I thought my letters would scare her or make her second-guess her choice, but it seems the letters haven’t done what I thought they would. Instead, they seem to have shoved her into his arms instead of mine.

Honestly, it is fucking annoying; this whole thing is fucking annoying all weekend. I fucked as many chicks as I could, and still, the only face I saw was hers, and her turning me down. The look in her eyes as I made the advance to her was like I offended her or something.

The more I try and move on and replace her in my head, the more dominant she becomes. She is taking over everything without even fucking knowing it.

I take a deep breath as I push off the wall and look around the corner back into the classroom.

I see Jax and Liliana down by the whiteboards, he has her by the throat and is pulling her into him, the classroom is empty.

My heart races as their lips connect, her body melts against his.

Motherfucker.

Just as quickly, they both pull back, and he releases her throat.

Jax says something to her, and she smiles. He kisses her forehead, then walks around her and exits the classroom. I watch her closely as she makes her way up the stairs and goes towards her bag.

I slowly made my way back into the classroom, making my way down the steps, and she seemed more confident than she had been before.

He is playing her, just like I am, but right now, he is winning, and I am fucking losing.

“What does he give you that I can’t?” I ask as I stop on the steps a few feet away from her.

Her entire body stills as she looks up and straightens looking me over for a moment, when her eyes lock on me, I see it the insecurities, the anxiety. All the things she is trying to run away from, I see right fucking through it.

“Answer me, what the fuck does he give you that I can’t?” I say through gritted teeth.

“Him,” she whispers.

I slowly make my way down the last step and over to her. She stands still as I stop in front of her.

“He doesn’t love you, Liliana. He is as much of a player as I am. So I will ask one more fucking time what does he give you that I can’t” I say, feeling my emotions starting to become more unhinged.

She doesn’t respond.

I feel my blood boil, I reach out and grab onto her throat pulling her against me, she grabs onto my wrist, but it is not used, she will have to listen to me.

“Did you like my letters, Liliana?” I ask her looking into her eyes.

“Please just leave me alone,” She begs me.

Fuck, I get it, I get it now why Jaxon wants her, why he feels like he needs her, the way she fucking begs would make any man weak in the fucking knees.

“I will once you give me what I want,” I confess to her.

If she can give herself to Jaxon, then she can fucking give me her as well. After all, she is a slut, and I just want to make sure she isn't falling short of that name.

“What do you want” She asks in a concerned and scared voice.

“Your innocence,” I say softly.

Her eyes widen for a moment, and I can feel her heart racing. “It is gone, Chad,” she confesses.

“You gave yourself to him?” I ask, but I already know the fucking answer, of course, she fucking did.

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