Page 134 of She will Always be Mine

“Why do you look afraid then?” I counter. It’s pretty obvious she’s lying to me. For one, she’s standing on the far side from where the bathroom is, but I don’t mention it. She’s like a deer caught in the headlights. “Your reaction to my presence certainly tells a different story. Like you’ve done something wrong, and you’re not telling me the truth.”

“Because you startled me.” She huffs.

I run a cursory eye around the room, checking to see if anything’s out of the ordinary, but everything’s the same as it has always been. Zain hasn’t been home in weeks according to what Mom told me but I know he’s in the city.

He’s not one to run away and will eventually come find me. How do I know? Because he’s just as vindictive as I am.

Focusing my attention back on Nyra, I notice her trying very hard to act aloof but fails miserably. I’ve been trying to forget about this morning’s phone call but catching her in here plus the way she’s skirting around the truth is making me highly suspicious.

I was hoping for a relaxing evening with her and my parents to take my mind off my dangerous thoughts.

It was working. Until now.

Zain’s last threatening and disrespectful words toward my girl echo in my head. They fill me with rage and possessiveness. Especially seeing her surrounded by his things and looking so guilty and apprehensive.

And when her gaze darkens in fear, I feel like a bastard for loving it.

Pulling away from the wall, I step a little farther into the room and shut the door behind me. Nyra watches the movement and then focuses her attention at me.

Her lithe body encased in another summer dress—a little demure—trembles while she backs away. She doesn’t get far and bumps into the desk behind her.

“Riaan.”

“Quiet, baby.” I hush her by placing my thumb on her full lips once I’ve trapped her between me and the wooden desk. “The walls are thin and I’d rather my parents don’t hear the shameful sounds you make when I teach you a lesson.”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head vigorously. “But I didn’t do anything.”

“First of all, I know you’re lying.” Her body jolts at the coldness in my voice. “Second, I don’t like you alone in my brother’s room.”

She doesn’t even deny it and reasons softly, “Auntie must be looking for us, Riaan. Please, not here.”

“Hands on the desk,” I order without flinching.

“No,” she says defiantly.

I smirk and it’s not a playful one. “You’re in no position to disobey me, Nyra. All you ever give me are half-truths and I’m fucking sick of it. I’ve never been a patient man. Yet here I am, trying to be one for you. But even I have my limits and you crossed them tonight. Either you confess or submit your body.”

I’m almost disappointed when her fingers grip the edge of the desk behind her, and then it turns into anger and lust. The intoxicating scent of her fear and arousal fills the space between us and it pours like gasoline over the fire burning inside me.

I hate that she still won’t let me in completely. That she sneaked behind my back. I hate the fact that she was in here alone, because all it’ll take is one wrong step for her to fall into my brother’s wrathful clutches.

Until I know he isn’t a risk, Nyra isn’t leaving my sight even if I have to punish her every time she tries.

Grazing my fingers on her thighs, I play with the hem of her dress before inching it up. Goosebumps rake over her skin as she visibly shudders, chest rising and falling under my heavy stare. Her tits push against my chest, erect nipples poking through the material.

She never could resist her punishments.

People see her as someone who looks so innocent, yet she’s hiding some sick and forbidden desires.

“We shouldn’t, Riaan. This is wrong,” she whispers pleadingly. Her cheeks are already blushing a bright pink, and I’ve done nothing but run my knuckles on her soft skin.

“We’ve already established I’m a depraved man, Nyra,” I grunt in her ear. “And you are my willing prey. Decency never existed in this relationship. You really should’ve thought about that before sneaking in here, little girl, because I’m going to own you right now in my brother’s room.”

“Please. Take me home and have me any way you want.”

Flipping up the skirt of her dress up, I pull apart her thighs and bring my palm down on her pussy. The fight leaves her body as she submits to my harsh spank. She bites her lip but the pained moan manages to escape. I step between her spread legs when she attempts to close them.

“Don’t make any sound, filthy girl, or I’ll gag you.” I tsk.

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