All Chapters of SINFULLY THEIRS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GEORGIA POVI stood under the shower, allowing the water to flow down my body. The water was burning hot but I didn’t turn it down. I wanted it to sting. I needed it to burn. Maybe the pain on the outside could somehow cancel out the sick, heavy feeling inside my chest. Maxwell’s face kept flashing in my mind. The way he had pinned me down, the grunts he made, how he had used my body like it was his property. My stepdad. The man who was supposed to be family.I grabbed the soap and scrubbed between my legs aggressively, over and over. My pussy was still swollen and tender from his recent shenanigans. Every touch made me flinch, but I kept going until the area felt raw. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the hot water.Why does this keep happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?I hated Maxwell with every part of me. The shame was suffocating. I pressed my forehead against the cold tiles and let the sobs come. My shoulders shook as I cried silently under the spray. I

GEORGIA POVThe next day after school, Damien picked me up like he promised. The moment I got into his car, I felt like I could finally breathe. He took one look at my face and started blasting my favorite playlist without even asking.“Okay spill it,” he said as we drove toward our usual ice cream spot. “You sounded stressed as hell in those texts. What’s going on?”I leaned my head back against the seat and let everything pour out. I told him about Mr. Williams texting me, about how weird it felt that he noticed so much. I told him how Dante had been a little distant lately even though he still said all the right things. I even mentioned the constant weight I felt at home without going into full details about Maxwell. Although he knew already. Damien listened the whole time, nodding and throwing in sarcastic comments that actually made me laugh.“Mr. Williams getting your number is lowkey sus,” he said, licking his spoon. “But also , if you think about it, the man is fine as hell.

GEORGIA POVI barely slept last night. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything. Dante’s tired voice on the phone, the way he kept canceling our plans, the little moments where Ashley touched his arm and he laughed like it was nothing. By the time the sun came up, I had made a decision. I was done waiting and wondering. Today, during break, I was going to surprise him at the janitor’s closet, which was our usual spot. The place where so many of our secret moments happened. I needed to feel close to him again. I needed to remind him and myself that we were still us.I took my time getting ready that morning. I stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, brushing my long curly blonde hair until it fell perfectly down my back. I chose the short black skirt he always said made my curves look irresistible, the one that hugged my thick thighs and made him grab my ass every time. I paired it with a fitted white top that showed just a hint of cleavage. I did my makeup carefully, soft

GEORGIA POV I still felt like dancing. I needed to dance the anger and sadness away. The pain from what Dante did to me was still burning hot inside my chest, refusing to cool down even a little. No matter how many times I tried to push the memories down, they kept crashing back stronger than before. The sight of him thrusting into Ashley in our secret place. The way her legs wrapped around his waist like she belonged there. The sounds she made. The way he groaned her name. And worst of all, his cruel words shouted in the hallway for the whole school to hear “I never really loved you.” “You were just a challenge.” “Innocent girls like you are crazy in bed once you break them in.” The humiliation of it all made me feel so small, so stupid, so completely worthless. I couldn’t go home yet. The thought of lying in my bed with Maxwell possibly coming in later, or my mom pretending nothing was wrong, felt unbearable. So even though it was my day off, I stayed at the club. I told Damien

GEORGIA POVI stood in front of Mr. Williams’ office door for what felt like forever, my hand hovering over the knob. My legs were still shaking from the club last night. The memory of his eyes locking with mine when my mask fell kept replaying in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I wanted to run, I wanted to disappear. But I knew if I didn’t show up, he could destroy everything I had left.I finally knocked.“Come in.”His voice was extremely calm. I stepped inside. He was leaning against the front of his desk, his arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit the strict teacher in his button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The door clicked shut behind me. The sound made my stomach drop.“Lock it,” he said.My fingers trembled as I turned the lock. The room felt smaller than usual. The air was thick with the smell of books, coffee, and his cologne.“Sit down, Georgia.”I sat in the chair in front of his desk, hands clasped tightly in my lap so he wouldn’t see