Page 153 of She will Always be Mine

“You sneaky bitch.” She curses and I laugh. “Important question. How big are we talking?”

She brings two of her fingers to a fist and slowly widens the gap.

“Seriously, Monica?” I shake my head as she asks me about the size of Riaan’s dick.

“Tell me when to stop,” she says sternly, and my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Gosh, I love her! She keeps spreading her fingers until they’re no longer touching. When I stay silent, she raises a perfectly shaped brow in appreciation. “Damn, girl.”

“I know.” I smile and shrug.

“Man, I wish I had hot cousins.”

If she only knew the half of it. Love like mine isn’t without its fair share of heartbreaks.

Without sacrifices.

Withoutmonsters.

Chapter Fifty

NYRA

“You’re up early.”

I chuckle at the surprise and amusement on Riaan’s face as his sensual gaze roams over me as I prowl toward him slowly.

He stands behind the island in the kitchen, newspaper in one hand and coffee mug in the other. Looking freshly showered with his hair still wet and only wearing low-hanging sweats, I know he just came home from the gym.

“I’m just excited for tonight,” I reply with a huge grin. “I’ll finally go to my first concert.”

Setting his mug aside, he lifts me up the second I’m close and sets me down on the counter in front of him. Pushing my thighs open, he stands between them and his fingers slowly unbutton the shirt I’m wearing.

Each push bares my skin further, revealing the fact that I’m naked underneath. He licks his bottom lip while staring at the hickeys he left behind last night.

“What will you wear?” he asks, his head tilted to the side while his hands slide open my shirt so my body is exposed to him. I ache for him to touch me but he only meets my gaze as he waits for my answer. I become even more hot and bothered the longer his hands don’t caress me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lean forward and run my nails over his abs, the sexy V, and the happy trail that leads to his hard cock. I have to bite my lip when the crown of his dick pushes against the top of his waistband.

“Nyra.” His voice is husky, and I smile teasingly.

“Sorry,” I say even though I’m not. I focus on his question and reply, “I’ll wear the leather skirt I bought last week and a crop top.”

“I see… Your plan is to torture me.”

“Not my fault you’re so easy to rile up, Riaan,” I sass, and naughtiness dances in his eyes.

“Don’t get cocky, baby,” he warns and smirks sadistically. “You know what your taunts does to me.”

My nipples harden into tight peaks at his voice laced with dark intentions. Yet I don’t bow down, enjoying our banter too much. “Maybe that’s why I do it.”

He chuckles low and husky, sending an electric shiver coursing through me and eliciting a throb straight to my clit.

His gaze becomes heavy and hooded when I shift restlessly on the surface. He doesn’t miss my body’s reaction to his proximity, and his chiseled face darkens with lust.

I’m so desperate for his touch yet he continues to torture me by making me wait.

Tilting his head to stare at my wet pussy, he commands, “Play with yourself, baby.”

My breath stutters, pulse racing as I lean back on one hand and bring the other to my pussy. I’m so fucking wet that my fingers slip as I push inside my folds and lazily rub up and down. Shyness fills me because I’ve never touched myself before like this.

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