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“Sakura,” I whispered as she lowered herself down onto me, “you don’t have to do this.”
She gripped on to my shoulders and glared down at me through teary eyes. Without saying a word, she dug her small fingernails into my back and nestled her pussy all the way down against me.
Pleasure rushed through my body, my balls heavy. But I didn’t want to take her like this, while she was upset and on the verge of tears. I hated the way she was looking—glaring—at me like I was a monster, like she needed to prove something to me.
“Everything I’ve done was to protect you,” I whispered. “I didn’t—”
“Stop talking,” she ordered, voice sharp. Yet I didn’t miss the way it cracked at the end.
Moving her body against me, she lifted her hips and dropped them back down on my dick. I placed my hands on her hips and lightly dug my fingers into her ass. God, I fucking hated this so much, but I didn’t want to upset her.
I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t want to fuck her because I was fucking Vera Rodriguez, apparently. I didn’t know where the hell she had gotten that idea, but maybe it was when I had stopped Vera from embarrassing herself during lunch the other day.
“I hate you,” she said, sinking her nails into me. “I hate you so much.”
“I don’t hate you,” I murmured. “I could never.”
“Stop,” she growled. “Stop lying.”
“I’m not lying.”
She tore her gaze away from me and pressed her body against mine so she didn’t have to look at me at all, her head buried in the crook of my neck and wet tears beginning to soak into my shirt.
“Sakura,” I whispered. “Why don’t you stop and talk to me?”
“No,” she whimpered. “Y-you’re going to lie to me again. You’re going to hurt me.”
After sniffling, she gripped on to me tighter and continued to ride me. I closed my eyes and tried fucking hard not to get soft because it’d just tear her to pieces even more. But how the hell did she expect me to stay hard while she was crying against me, while she was only doing this because she thought she had to prove something to me?
“I don’t want you to cry,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me.
But while her body began to tremble violently in my arms, she refused to stop bucking her hips against me.
“Please, I hate seeing you sad.”
“Liar,” she cried into my shoulder. “You’re a liar.”
“I swear, Sakura, I’m not lying to you.”
She lowered her hips deep on my cock and stopped, body stiffening. “Y-you’re not hard anymore,” she whimpered, clutching on to me even tighter. “Am I not good enough for you? I can’t even keep you hard? Is that why you want to fuck other girls?”
“No,” I said, chest tightening.
I hated that she thought this way, that I had made her think this way. I wanted her to feel special, for her to love me the way that I loved her, for her to let me protect her, no matter the cost. So, I gently grasped a fistful of her hair and pulled back so she looked me in the eyes.
“I fucking love you, Sakura,” I said. “I wouldn’t choose anyone over you.”
Heavy tears trembled in her eyes. She opened and closed her mouth about five times while shaking her head. Tears slid down her cheeks. “Y-you’re lying. You d-don’t l-love me. If you did … if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else.”
Once again, she buried her face into the crook of my neck. But this time, she cried hard and loud, clutching on to me like she never wanted to let go. “Why do you want to fuck someone else? Why am I not good enough for you? I-I’m sorry if I did something wrong. I-I’ll try harder. I’ll be better, sexier for you, if that’s what you want.”
Fuck.
I blinked my stinging eyes a couple of times, scrunched my face, and desperately tried to keep myself together, but I hadn’t felt like this for anyone before. And while I didn’t want Sakura to change a damn thing about herself, nobody had ever wanted me that badly before that they’d do anything for me.
She hiccuped through the cries, body quivering in my arms. “I have to hate you.”
“I’m sorry that I made you feel that way,” I whispered, though I didn’t think she could hear me over her sobs. I held her tighter and tighter with every word, desperate for her to love me, not hate me. I couldn’t lose her. “I need to explain myself. Please, let me.”
When her cries softened, I thought that she was finally giving me the chance to admit to her everything that had happened and what I planned to do about it, but her cries turned into whimpers, and her whimpers turned into soft snores.
I let out a shaky breath and picked her up off me, walking with her to the bedroom. Once I rested her on the bed, I lay down beside her and brushed the hair out of her face. Moonlight flooded in through the window, bouncing off her pale skin and highlighting the tear streaks on her cheeks.
“There is so much I need to tell you,” I whispered, knowing that she couldn’t hear me, but wishing that she could. “There are girls, Sakura, girls that Redwood is abusing. A sex trafficking ring that Principal Vaughn wants you to be part of. I can’t let that happen. I can’t fucking let that happen. I can’t lose you. I fucking brought Gunther to the damn hospital for you. For you. And I’d do it again if it meant protecting you.”
Even if she never forgave me for what I had done, I’d give my fucking life for her.