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The words die on my tongue as a full-body shiver runs down my spine.

“I’ve missed you,my little liar.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

NYRA

Every sense I possess, which lay dormant until this moment, heightens all at once at his dominating and powerful presence.

Each fighting to attack me at once, rendering me speechless, breathless, and so still. My heart thumps against my ribs, slow but harder with each exhale.

His woodsy scent fills my nostrils like a hit of cocaine, bringing me back to life.

His voice—dripping with possession, heat, and longing—reaches my ears and settles deep in my bones and my bloodstream.

And my eyes they blink rapidly, afraid I’m hallucinating. Scared he’ll disappear if I close them for even a nanosecond.

“Riaan.” My voice cracks, drowning in him.

He remains standing tall and imposing at my doorstep. My gaze runs over every delicious inch of him, knowing I’m not dreaming.He’s here, like he promised.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Nyra?” he says with a smirk, but his black eyes are stormy, dark, and vivid.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper. Biggest lie if there ever was one. Still, I don’t make any move to shut the door.

His lips press into a thin line, making his rugged face appear sharper and scarier, but he’s still handsome as ever. Our eyes stay locked as my words hang in the air, the silence becomes thick, and my heart begins to race.

Breathlessly, I take him in from head to toe, noticing his hair looks rumpled in a sexy way, falling over his forehead. One would assume he was going for a boyish look. However, he can’t pull it off.

Riaan is all man.

And a reallysexyone at that.

Broad shouldered, tapered waist, muscles stretching his black suit jacket... who could resist such a fine specimen of a man? Not me, that’s for sure.

His hands remain in his pockets, bearing the tension in his relaxed posture. He looks like he came straight from the office, his tie gone and top buttons undone, teasing me with a glimpse of his skin where I want to run my fingers.

If it’s even possible, he’s become even more intense and unflinching. Like nothing could penetrate those walls.

And yet, they hide nothing from me.

Underneath that hard exterior, there’s also deep yearning and softness in his stare as he watches me under hooded eyes. When his body shifts slightly, I realize he’s barely holding himself back from taking me into his arms.

His chest beats a steady rhythm as electricity crackles and sizzles in the thin air between us. My body swaying toward him, as if it has a mind of its own, and puts us out of the trance we got sucked in.

My grip slips from the doorknob as he steps forward and locks us inside.

I swallow and back away slowly. Each step he takes, I take one back until we are dancing and circling each other down the dimly lit hallway. I’m a mess, a bundle of nerves, while he’s all calm and lethal. I suck in a gasp when I realize he’s enjoying the chase, the push and pull we’re doing.

His eyes gleaming with intent.

He knows he’ll catch me. I can never outrun him when he’s so close.

Doesn’t he realize if he touches me, I’ll crumble? Why am I so weak when it comes to him?

The answer always eludes me.

“Riaan.” That one word sounds like a plea to my ears.

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