Page 82 of She will Always be Mine

I became so lost in aiming my rage at Zain that I forgot someone else could be hurting her too. Someone dangerous with their sights set on us. Hunting and destroying us long before that ill-fated night from right under my nose. Now, they’ve dug their claws into my sweet Nyra.

Deeply enough that she isn’t even safe from her own subconscious. Their hold is so strong that she’d rather live without me. But what could they possibly have over her head to make her do this?

Most of all, why didn’t she trust me enough to come to me for help? Why would she willingly choose to suffer and won’t let me in?

That’s what cuts me deep and maddens me more than anything. Both at her and myself.

Maybe if I hadn’t let her mom take her away, I could have noticed the truth sooner and spent all this wasted time into searching the real enemy deserving of my wrath. Maybe then, she wouldn’t be as broken as she is now.

Will I be able to handle it when I do find out? I don’t even know what it is yet and I’m already planning ways to make their life a living hell until they beg me to end it.

Whoever it is, they don’t realize they made the worst mistake of their existence by taking what belongs to me. Because no power in this world can stop me now from digging their grave.

Not even thegodsthat they serve.

They have just sealed their death. How cruel it will be, only time will tell.

A soft hand touching my wrist, followed by a soft voice, has me pulling out of my dark thoughts.

“Riaan.”

I turn toward Nyra, sitting beside me in the passenger seat, and try to calm my rage and smooth my features. “Yeah, baby?”

I must have failed because the tension and the worry in her eyes doesn’t melt away as she blinks at me before they lower. I follow her gaze and realize I’m clenching my hands around the steering wheel too hard. I expect her to comment on it but she doesn’t and goes back to staring ahead.

“You didn’t have to drive me to college.”

I clear my throat to hide the chuckle when I remember her stubborn pout as she tried to tell me no and refused to get inside as we stood in the parking lot.

I, of course, being the gentleman I am, picked her up around the waist and threw her ass into the car, then shut the door in her stunned face. The warning in my eyes kept her from disobeying me until I got in myself.

“Why not?” I tease, hoping to get rid of the frown on her face. “You don’t like the thought of your boyfriend taking care of you?”

Her head snaps toward mine, an annoyed look on her face, and then she rolls her eyes. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” My gaze darken with lust as I remind her, “I’m just yours.”

A blush spreads across her cheeks as she turns to look out the window. I slow down the car when a red light comes and stare at how the sunlight hits her beautiful face just right. Her soft and silky hair glimmer and I love how she tied it into a ponytail, making my cock jerk in my pants.

My mind fills with the image of holding it in my fist while I make her choke on my length with her hands tied behind her. Bound and at my mercy.

When I inhale sharply, her scent—a perfect blend of flowers and sweetness—fills my chest and if I could, I would imprint my scent on her so every inch of her screams mine.

She doesn’t realize she’s awoken a beast and then made the mistake of leaving it hungry and angry. With her back and close enough to touch, it’s aching for a pound of her flesh.

If anything, the distance has made my desire for her far more depraved and carnal.

I want to consume her in a way that borders on psychotic and insatiable.

I want to fuck her as much as I want to punish her.

I want to pound that stubbornness out of her until she submits to me.

Then, I want to mark and claim her in every way possible so everyone knows she belongs to me. I want my ring on her finger, my name tattooed on her skin and one day, my baby growing inside her. That’s how deep my obsession—my love—runs for her.

God knows I’ve waited long enough but I also can’t scare her away. It’s the only reason I kept my control on a tight leash and didn’t take her the way I wanted to last night. And when morning came, I knew it was the right decision.

One wrong move and I might just lose her, break her in a way I won’t be able to put her back together.

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