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Today, that same spark is missing from her and I want to find out the person behind it so I can end their measly life while I spit on their grave for dulling her shine.

Nyra must see the murderous rage on my face because she gasps and staggers backward. All morning, she’s hidden herself behind a mask of fake happiness and even now, she’s hiding beneath those layers. My only thought is that…

I violently want to rip away those layers. Until she’s stripped of her defenses.

I want to see the woman who melted for me. The one who craved me and kept loving me even when I cruelly pushed her away all those years ago. Because the one standing before me isn’t her.

She isn’t my Nyra.

She isn’t my sassy girl.

She can shield herself all she wants when we aren’t alone but never when it’s just us.

Because if she’s determined, then I’m a savage.

And the only way she’s getting out of this room is until I have seen the real her. Standing taller, I stare her down and she visibly trembles.

“Go wash your face.”

Chapter Five

RIAAN

“What?” She stares at me, dumbfounded, like my words suddenly don’t make any sense.

Her expression says she expected me to pounce on her as soon as I got her alone, away from the prying eyes of our family.

She desperately tries to speculate my intentions but fails while I continue to wait patiently. Slowly, my impatience shows when she doesn’t move to do as I say.

“Nyra.” My voice is a low growl.

She jerks back at my warning, her eyes going wide as they clash with mine, snapping out of the trance she got absorbed in as soon as she heard me.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” she retorts, stubbornly refusing to move and crossing her arms in defense.

The woman doesn’t know when to stop. Since last night, she’s been testing my tolerance, almost as if she wants to face my wrath and bear the consequences.

Keeping my gaze pinned on her, I smooth my hand down my chest until I reach the button of my suit jacket and slide it open, revealing my gray silk shirt underneath.

When I quietly take it off my shoulders and lay it on the chair beside me, she goes utterly still and looks nervous.

Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips when I open the cuff link on my wrist with deliberate slowness and take my time rolling the sleeve upward to showcase my arm. I do the same on the other arm while she swallows in fear and tries to step back on unsteady feet.

“Wh-what are you doing, Riaan?”

My only response is to smooth my brow as I stay quiet and then in two long steps, I cover the distance between us.

Her fingers are twisting the hem of her short dress, only making it tighten around her round thighs. Her fist hits my chest as I take her elbow in my grip and pull as I walk us toward the bathroom.

“You’re not fucking me while our parents are downstairs,” she chokes out, and I give a low chuckle.

“Didn’t stop us before. In fact, it only made your cunt drenched and begging for my cock. You certainly weren’t so concerned when I finger-fucked your virgin hole on the balcony with my brother a few feet away from us.”

Her face instantly pales and it makes me pause, a frown forming between my brows. I’m about to ask the reason behind the stark fear etched on her features when she goes back to struggling in my grip, harder this time. I save the information for later and focus on tackling one problem at a time.

Meanwhile, she pushes her feet into the ground with all her weight as she weakly attempts to pull away.

I would find it cute if I wasn’t so upset and mad at her.

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