Page 113 of She will Always be Mine

Nyra fights against my hold but like the bastard I am, I thrust inside her and she shakes her head.

“Riaan. They’ll catch us,” she whispers and begs. “Please stop. Ah…”

The fear in those pupils of hers wakes up the depraved beast inside me and once again, I pound into her without remorse. I let her feel every inch of me and just like I knew, her cunt clenches around me painfully. My balls draw tight and I know I’m close.

Inching my hand lower, I find her sensitive clit and rub it furiously, her head shaking side to side as the pleasure, the desire, send shivers down her spine.

Biting her earlobe, I growl, “Come for me, my little pet. Let them hear what a twisted little girl you are who enjoys her cousin’s cock. Let them all hear that you like being at my mercy and let me use your tight little pussy like my personal fuck toy. Give your orgasm to me, Nyra.”

Pressing her mouth against my neck, her scream of pleasure vibrates all over me as she falls apart. When I fuck her through her orgasm, pinching her clit, she bites down on my skin to keep from moaning while her cunt holds me in a chokehold.

I let her wrists fall down and take hold of her thighs. Spreading them wide, I keep my thrusts short and deep as my balls pull taut. I drive into her like I hate her, use her like the toy she is to bring me pleasure. After three or four thrusts, my own orgasm is triggered and I ejaculate inside her tight hole like an animal. Once she’s milked every drop, I reluctantly pull out my softening cock.

Lowering my gaze, I watch some of my cum dribble out of her and I love the sight.

I lower her legs and right her clothes, or at least, whatever I can salvage. Her upper half is torn from the harsh way I pulled at it, her full tits bare for my eyes. I cup her face and notice her lipstick is smudged from my kisses. She looks freshly fucked, marked, and owned.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she mumbles and I laugh.

“I’ll carry you, baby,” I say, pushing her fallen hair behind her ear. “I ruined your dress. Wear my jacket.”

“How come my clothes are always ruined?”

“I do it because it makes you horny as fuck.” I smile. “Deny it and I’ll ruin what’s left of your dress.”

“You wouldn’t,” she retorts, her eyes narrowed.

I give her a heated look, daring her to try me while removing my jacket and once she wears it, her small frame is dwarfed in it, making her look adorable. “Take my keys and go sit in my car. It’s parked in the staff parking lot.”

“But I don’t have my bag,” she replies, looking at me. “I left it with Monica.”

“I’ll get it.”

“But—” I shush her with my finger on her lip.

“You look like a beautiful mess, baby,” I say, roaming my gaze from her head to her toes. “You scream freshly fucked and no one but me gets to see it. Now run before I decide to fuck your ass too.”

The second she leaves, all the chaos returns.

Nyra may have chosen me today, but I’m no close to tearing down her walls.

As long as she’s held captive by her monster, she’ll never let me in completely.

We’ll always be on borrowed time.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

NYRA

Is it even a walk of shame if I want to do it all over again?

I’m glad when I don’t run into anyone as I head to the parking lot through the back entrance. Each step reminds of the ache between my thighs and the slickness in my core.

My cheeks heat when I feel some of his cum slide down despite how hard I’m clenching to keep it in.

I can’t believe I let him fuck me bare.

Can’t believe I let him finger-fuck my ass.

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