Page 66 of Sinful Touch

I push open the library doors and hold the notebooks to my chest as I walk toward the back where I normally sit.

There are not many people here at this time of night, but just in case I like to sit in the back so I can get things done.

This is where I finished my term paper about me and Jax, no one knew it was about him and me, no one but Chad, I saw it on his face when reading certain parts in the story, he knew it was about me and Jax because it was also about him as well. I can’t write our story without adding him to it as well, which makes my stomach twist and turn.

I hope one day we will have our story without him being involved in it, but that time isn't right now. I know he isn't finished. I have just been waiting for the other shoe to drop, and even though I know it is coming, it will still probably take me off guard.

I guess you can never truly prepare yourself for when someone might assault you.

The physical assaults are something I will never forget, but the internal scars are much deeper, no one else can see them but I can feel them.

As I continue to walk towards the back, a set of hands grabs me. One hand goes over my mouth, and another goes around my stomach, pulling me into one of the book aisles.

Lips touch my ear, making my chest tighten.

Seriously?

“You act as if you are not a slut, but that is actually what you are, Liliana,” He whispers into my ear.

I don't respond, partly because I can’t with his hand over my mouth but also because I don't know what I would say to him right now.

He releases his grip on me and grabs my arm, forcing me to walk over to the table I normally sit in, the farthest table in the back.

Right now, I regret needing privacy.

He turns me around to face him. I drop my bag on the ground, which currently has my cell phone in it.

“He isn’t coming, Liliana,” Chad confesses to me; a sense of confidence in his voice makes my heart sink into my stomach.

“What?” I ask, but I heard him, this can’t be happening.

I told you all I was prepared, but like I said, you are never truly prepared for when you are about to be assaulted. Chad has been one step ahead of us this entire time. Now I have a sick feeling he is about to win whatever this game is.

“Jaxon, he is a little busy at the moment,” He says with amusement.

“You, it was you,” I say, looking him in the eye.

The same cocky guy is in there, but this Chad, standing in front of me, seems darker somehow.

“The fire, yes that was me, I needed to get you two the fuck apart,” He says with irritation in his voice.

“How do you think this is going to end for you, Chad?” I ask the question, but honestly, I am terrified of the answer.

“I don't know, but I do know that you will kneel for me,” He says with just as much darkness and confidence.

I take in a deep breath as he walks into me, puts his hands on my shoulders, and begins pushing me down to the floor.

My knees go weak with the fear that is coursing through my veins.

I look up at him, he looks down at me removing his hands from my shoulders.

“Now, tell me you want me, Liliana?” He asks and demands.

“What?” I ask, a little confused. None of what is happening is fully processed inside my brain right now. He made sure that Jax would be distracted, so that meant he wasn't coming for me, at least not right now.

He shakes his head, takes his hand, and slaps me hard across the face.

“You heard me slut. Tell me you want me,” He says again.

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