Page 12 of She will Always be Mine

My aunt also hurries to add while she nods in agreement, and it’s almost funny watching her face, assuming she’s got the upper hand. “Yeah. We are already running late to visit her campus and pack her bags.”

Nyra watches my face, expecting to see shock at the news of her returning home tonight—or should I say her prison—for however long her mom desires.

Maybe I’ll have to kidnap her, after all.

It’s beginning to sound like a real possibility and a verytemptingone.

If someone knew the truth and were watching me, they’d say I’m being disrespectful and cold toward my aunt, considering I touched her daughter while knowing she was off-limits. Forbidden. They’ll see me as a cruel, vindictive asshole. As opposed to someone who regrets their choices, and apologizes to earn her forgiveness.

It’s only because they wouldn’t understand the love I possess for Nyra is something beyond my control.

Hell, love is too weak a word.

It’s this sick need I have for her that knows no bounds, no sense, and it doesn’t matter whether she’s close or miles away, it only grows each second.

Our kind of love doesn’t have a name because it’s not ordinary love. It’s raw and haunting. Insane yet ethereal.

Hiding it from the world—when all I want I do is shout about it—enrages me.

She’s my reason to exist. To live.

Without her, I’m adrift.

Every time I stare at her mom, it’s a punch to my heart and a constant reminder that someone has taken my reason to breathe. There finally stands a person between her and I, and all it makes me see is red.

When I look at her, I don’t see my aunt, who watched me grow up, but an enemy. An obstacle. The one person whose presence only further drives a wedge between Nyra and me.

Naturally, I won’t allow that to happen.

No matter how long it takes.

“She won’t be long,” I finally reply to reassure them and solidify it further. “Besides, I have a meeting to attend myself.”

Nyra looks at me and then her mom, whose nostrils flare in defeat. Accepting I won’t budge, Nyra gives up and pushes herself off the chair. She doesn’t meet her mom’s eyes as she speaks to her in a soothing and placating voice. “I’ll be back soon and then we can leave.”

I clear my throat when she doesn’t move fast enough, my body fighting the instinct to grab her arm and immediately have her to myself.

It’s the first time that we are in such close proximity and I haven’t gotten a taste of her lips or her cunt. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t stomach the food in front of me without tasting her first.

When she moves in the direction of the hall, I follow after her while I gaze at her back with hunger and impatience. I intentionally walk behind her—close but not touching—so she can feel my eyes on her, and a knowing shiver races down her spine.

“Upstairs,” I order sharply when she bypasses the stairs to walk in the direction of the drawing room. I know she’s thinking it’s a safer option and that way, her mom can keep an eye on us.

Too bad, I don’t plan to make this easy on her.

She twists around to face me, almost running into my chest before pulling back at the last second. Her pretty yet sad eyes meet mine when she looks up and utters, “Riaan. My—”

Something inside me snaps at hearing my name on her lips, which is spoken in a trembling voice, and I grasp her elbow and yank her against my front. All the pent-up rage, frustration, hurt, and yearning comes boiling to the surface.

Leaning down into her face, I speak low as I ask, “Are you scared of being alone with me, Nyra? Afraid I’ll tear out all your lies and demand the truth?”

Her terrified gaze looks behind me to make sure nobody is following us while I have her trapped against me. She feebly attempts to pull away but I hold on tight, her fight no match for my strength.

“Answer. Me,” I growl until our eyes connect.

“No! Now let me go,” she whispers. “Please.”

“You want to talk in the drawing room?” I ask as I let go her and step back. She nods apprehensively at the sudden calmness in my tone, so I shrug my shoulders. “Fine then.”

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