Page 38 of Sinful Touch

“Yes,” She says with confidence, just pissing me off even more.

I tighten my grip on her throat, “Please, you are hurting me,” She says as if I don't know what the fuck I am doing.

“You fucking hurt me bitch; all you had to do was say yes to me, but you act as if you are better than me,” I say, feeling my own heart beating out of control.

“I’m not,” she says trying to reassure me, but there is nothing she will or can say that will change my mind. I want her. I want to make sure he doesn’t fucking keep her. That is all.

“You’re right you are not better than me.” I whisper as I lift my hand and slap her across the face; it is hard enough that the sound echoes in the classroom, and her eyes fill with tears as I lean in my lips, almost touching hers.

“I want you,” I confess to her.

“I don't want you,” she says back so fucking easily.

“That will change, Liliana; I will make sure of it,” I promise her.

I smash my lips to hers, and just as quickly, I pull back and see the bruise already starting to form around her eye as I release my hold on her throat.

“Make sure you tell your boyfriend. I will be waiting for him to come talk to me like a real man,” I say with amusement.

She doesn’t respond. I quickly turn around and make my way up the stairs.

“Keep fucking testing me, Liliana, and this is going to get really fucking bad for you”

I don't give her time to respond, so I leave the classroom feeling the rage leave me.

The plan was not to harm her, but now that line has been crossed, and there is no going back, maybe now she will think about what I have said and make the right fucking choice this time.

Again I don't need her, I just want her because I can’t have her right now. it is a fucking game, a game that I plan on winning at all costs.

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Jaxon

Ipull my shirt over my head and button up my pants, I hear my phone go off along with the front steps alarm.

I make my way to my phone and see Liliana's messages. I swipe across the screen and click on her location.

She is right outside of my house.

I walk over to the cameras and see her sitting on the steps in the rain, rocking back and forth.

Fuck.

I turn and put my phone into my back pocket as I make my way out of my bedroom and down the long hallway, I walk down the stairs taking them two at a time.

I make my way to the front door opening it slowly, I step out, the wind is starting to pick up and so is the rain.

“Lil,” I say softly, but she doesn’t say a word. She just continues to rock back and forth.

My heart races as I make my way down the few steps. I stop in front of her and kneel, placing my hands on her knees. She finally stops rocking and looks at me.

My heart stops, and my blood runs cold. I lift my hand and gently brush my fingertips against the fresh bruise right underneath her right eye.

“Who the fuck hurt you, Darlin,” I ask, trying to keep my rage and anxiety under control.

“Chad,” she sobs.

I take in a deep breath as she wraps her arms around me and her legs. I wrap my arms tightly around her and stand up, I slowly walk up the steps and into the house closing the door behind me.

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