Page 90 of She will Always be Mine

The corridor is empty when I walk to the class at the end of the hallway to my left and I assume it’s because the last lecture for the day ended a while ago. Entering the room with the door ajar, I stroll to the window in front of me and wait, my anticipation skyrocketing with each second.

I only saw her this morning but I’m already missing her. A day isn’t nearly enough for my need to have her beside me go away.

It’s like I went through withdrawal and the small taste of her isn’t enough of a cure. I need more. And I want her constantly. Until I’m drowning in her.

As much as I want to fuck her, I crave even more to simply spend time with her, listen to her talk about nothing and everything. I want to take her out on dates, on vacations wherever her heart desires, and then when night falls, I want to own her, and corrupt up like she loves.

The months we spent hiding and sneaking around, satisfying our darkest desires were all fun and games but I need more. Nyra was and will never be just my forbidden little secret meant to last in the shadows. Even the love born in the dark deserves to shine in the light.

I ache to hold her hand without her pulling away.

I want to kiss her without the fear of getting caught reflecting in her eyes.

I yearn to proudly show her on my arm as my woman, my love, my soul mate.

Until I make it a reality, I won’t be satisfied. I won’t stop.

“What the hell, Riaan?” Nyra’s shrill voice echoes in the empty classroom. “How did you get in here?”

I smirk as I slowly face her and watch her step inside while glaring at me. That angry little pout of hers makes me want to kiss her even more.

“Hey, baby,” I drawl and notice the slight flush on her cheeks, her hair slipping out of her ponytail like she came running here. Looking at my wrist, I notice it’s half past four. “You’re late.”

Confusion dots her pretty gaze and I enjoy the clueless look on her face. She thinks I came to get her. Naïve little girl.

“You need to leave. I’m supposed to meet someone here,” she explains and then crosses her arms. “Why are you even here? Did you take stalking as a hobby while I was gone?”

“Seems like I’m not the only one who got a new hobby, because you’ve become a brat,” I scold. “I love your fire and sass, baby, but it’s going to get you into trouble.”

She bites her lip while lust darkens her eyes, the brown in them almost turning black. Dropping her arms to the sides, she cocks her hips and says, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Sauntering to the teacher’s desk, I open my suit jacket and take a seat, facing her. “If you want to be a volunteer, then you need to be punctual, Nyra. I don’t like my time being wasted.”

I keep my face hard and impassive like she’s one of my employees and watch as understanding dawns on her. Her lips forming a littleOas she stares at me with her eyes wide.

“Wait… Is your company organizing the event?” When I nod, she shakes her head. “Uh-uh, no way.”

“I was planning to surprise you but I think I like this better,” I answer with a smirk and then point in front of me. “Lock the door and come here.”

“No,” she says, frightened. “I was supposed to meet with a woman.”

“You were but since you’ll be working directly for me, it would've been irrelevant,” I tell her, enjoying her nervousness. “She doesn't need to know all of the duties I’ve planned for you anyways.”

“Did you plan all of this?” she demands with a narrowed gaze.

“Actually, no. It was fate.” I smile, then quirk my eyebrow. “Now are you done asking pointless questions?”

“I want to work in a team, like I was told.”

Running my fingers over my jaw as I look her over, I taunt, “Are you scared of me, Nyra? Does this mean I won our war?”

The fire in her returns and her eyes flare. Her chin lifts as she retorts, “You wish.”

“Then why are you still standing there?” I harden my voice while our gazes stay locked. “I expect obedience from my employees too, Nyra, so unless you want to quit, I expect the same from you. If I have to repeat myself again, the coming days are going to be tough for you.”

My threat finally pushes her into action and she covers the short distance between us. Once she’s close enough to touch, I grab her around the waist and make her sit on my lap. Her thighs spread and I can feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans.

“Do you treat every volunteer this way or am I just special?” she says with a scowl.

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