Page 13 of She will Always be Mine

She visibly relaxes and just as she turns around to walk, I halt her with my next words that only she can hear, “It’s funny you think having them close will keep you safe. I know you don’t want me anymore, but have you already forgotten what kind of man I am, Nyra?”

Stepping behind her, I run the back of my fingers down the length of her spine. “You chose to let me go, your mom now knows the truth. Don’t you realize what that means?” With my voice hardening and dropping an octave, I continue, “It means there’s nothing stopping me from claiming you in front of everyone. Nothing’s stopping me from letting them hear that every inch of you belongs to me. You made a very bad mistake, baby. You were the only one standing in my way, so if you’re not mine anymore, I no longer care if the world knows about us.”

Swiftly, she twists back around and glares at me accusingly, but underneath I see glimpse of fear—the kind that makes her pussy wet—and it’s quite an electrifying sight to behold because since the moment I laid eyes on her this morning, she looked dull and lifeless.

I hated every second of it. I’m pleased to know that she isn’t completely broken despite everything that happened last night.

While I’m enjoying her pissed-off face, it’s only a fraction compared to the anger I’m feeling burning in my veins.

“The choice is yours,” I speak, a smug grin spreading on my lips. “We’re going to talk about last night either way.”

“I told you there’s nothing more left to say, Riaan.” She lies almost robotically. “We are over.”

I ignore the ache in my chest that her words deliver with a punch and focus on her. People have a tell or a nervous tic whenever they lie or skirt around the truth. Either they don’t meet your eyes, speak low, or something else, but Nyra has none of those. And yet I know she’s lying.

It’s because she goes completely still and composed when she’s not telling the truth, which she never is when she’s relaxed. She’s always energetic and fluttering around like a butterfly.

“I would believe you if that’s what you really wanted and the more time you waste arguing with me, the longer it will take for you to run back to your mom.”

She jerks back as if she forgot what she promised her mom before coming with me. With one last scathing look my way, she makes her way to the stairs as I climb after her.

If someone would have told me a week ago that it will come to this between us—standing against each other—I would have laughed or most likely hurt them for uttering those words.

Then destiny decided to make a cruel joke because here we stand.

The moment we are inside my bedroom, I shut and lock the door behind me. I remain standing at the entrance while she has her back turned away from me to avoid staring at me. Maybe she’s afraid I’ll break down the walls she’s erected between us.

The silence is thick around us as neither of us make a move. I’m holding myself back because every instinct in me is roaring to force her to confess that she’s still mine.

To beg her to take me back.

She’s the only woman to exist who can bring me to my knees.

“Look at me.”

I leave no room for disobedience as I order her and slowly, she twists to face me, yet stubbornly not meeting my gaze.

“Eyes on me, Nyra.” I demand. “Now.”

Her soulful eyes—that always betray her true emotions—rise slowly, and I can finally breathe.

The anger, which was there moments ago, is gone and instead, she looks small and so breakable.

Now that it’s just us, I allow myself to truly stare at her like I couldn’t in front of my family downstairs. I’m not denying I didn’t ogle her in her pretty floral summer dress that left her thighs bare for my hungry gaze while also doing the perfect job of pissing off her mother.

It was all about sending a message so she knows that no matter how many threats she throws my way, I’m never letting her daughter go.

Not in this lifetime.

Or any other.

As I watch her, I’m awestruck by her innocent beauty just like I was the second I laid eyes on her at the club.

Nyra is stunning in a way that has the power to illuminate everything around her, even the darkest of souls.

She’s a ray of light in this gloomy world.

It was also the first thing that pulled me to her. And her warmth and pure heart when she comforted me after my grandma died.

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