Page 41 of Sinful Touch

This is his only fucking warning if he disobeys me, he will suffer the fucking consequences, and I don't give a fuck what happens to me as long as he will never be able to touch her again.

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Liliana

We pull up to the police station, Jax turns off his bike and takes in a deep breath. I used to practice deep breathing when I was dealing with my mother. Sometimes, it would work, and other times, it didn’t do anything; I couldn’t tell him if it was working or not.

I am scared. I am scared of Chad and scared of losing Jax. He didn’t sign up for all this craziness. I think I am becoming more of a problem for him, and I am scared he will end up walking away.

I know it’s irrational of me to think this after everything we have already been through, but my negative thoughts are strong and loud, and sometimes, the negative voice is all I can hear.

I didn’t want to come here, but Jax made a good point we need some kind of paper trail in case something happens.

I still don't want to be here, but I will, as Jax has asked. There is nothing I won’t do for him.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask as I rest the side of my face against his back, taking in a deep breath of his scent.

Jax rests his hand on my leg, making my heart race with the affection he shows me so easily.

“I can never be mad at you, Lil,” He says, but I can hear the anger and anxiety in his voice.

I know it is not toward me, but I have this burning pull to make it go away. I just want all of this to go away.

I just want him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking with the two words barely leaving my mouth.

He slowly turns, forcing me to pull back. I keep my hands on him, though, needing to make sure that some part of me is hanging onto him.

He lifts his free hand and gently brushes the side of my face with the back of his hand. I can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I love you, do you hear me? I love you, and nothing will ever change that,” he confesses with confidence, looking me dead in the eyes.

The tears build in my eyes as he lowers his hand from my face. “Let’s go in there and start the paper trail; then, I will take you home.”

“Then what?” I ask, needing him to distract me from what we are about to do.

“I will remind you who you belong to, Darlin,” He says with a small smile.

Sex should never be the answer, but with me, it is the truest form of him showing me that he loves me.

Words can be so easily spoken, words that have no meaning at all, but actions, actions can show you that what they say is true.

Our sexual connection re-validates that he needs me as much as I need him.

That our obsession with each other is strong and forever intertwining together.

I have been told lies my whole life, by my mother, by other people, and now by Chad.

Jax is the first person in my life to not only speak words but also back them up with his behaviors.

“I belong to you,” I confess to him, giving him the reassurance that I know he needs right now.

“Yes, you do, Darlin, and I will enjoy watching you get on your knees for me, like the good fucking girl you are,” He whispers as he leans in and gently kisses my forehead.

He pulls back and quickly gets off the bike. He reaches out his hand to me, and I take it without needing to think at all.

I set the helmet on the bike seat, and we both began making our way up the steps to the police station's front entrance.

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