Page 157 of She will Always be Mine

“You arrogant asshole!” I curse, and he turns the vibration up a notch.

“Like I said, baby. Only you’ll be tortured.”

Chapter Fifty-One

RIAAN

I was wrong.

It’s fucking torture of the worst kind watching Nyra strut around in that sexy-as-hell skirt of hers that makes her look like she has legs for days.

I can’t seem to take my eyes off her and my staff is beginning to notice it too. They know she’s my cousin yet I can’t stop looking at her. After the way she kissed me the other day without any fear or hesitation, it was the sign I was waiting for all along.

My heart had never beat faster than in that moment.

That woman is mine and I don’t have to hide it anymore.

As if she can hear my thoughts, she searches for me in the crowd and when our eyes clash, a breathtaking smile brightens up her face. She is standing in a circle with her friends. And unable to resist, I turn on the vibrations in the butt plug I shoved in her ass this morning.

Her teeth dig into her lower lip as she tries not to react but I don’t miss the way her tits move as she takes a ragged breath. Her eyes narrow on mine in warning and with a smirk, I increase the speed. She crosses her legs in an attempt to lessen the ache but it does the opposite.

I like that she’s at my mercy without my hands on her.

I should’ve done this a long time ago.

Somebody asks for my attention so I stop the vibrator and turn to face them.

“I confirmed with the hotel that the Reet brothers arrived last night,” informs Snehil.

“Was everything to their satisfaction?”

“Yes. The manager will text once they’ve left for the concert.”

“Good,” I reply. “Make sure the backstage and security team is ready. Everyone else should also be at their places once the crowd begins to fill the house. Let me know when the brothers are here.”

“Yes. I will.”

When Snehil goes to check up on the teams, I make my way to the empty teachers’ lounge and send a text to Nyra.

ME:Come to the teachers' lounge on the second floor.

MINE:Okay!

I sit with my legs crossed on one of the chairs and a few minutes later, I hear soft footsteps coming closer. Nyra’s nervous yet curious eyes clash with my hard ones as she enters.

“Don’t close the door,” I stop her when she makes a move to, making her swallow. Crooking one finger, I demand, “Come here, baby.”

She doesn’t miss the domineering edge to my voice. It’s the same one I use when she’s writhing and begging underneath me.

It always makes her body come alive.

Her defiance is hot but it’s nowhere near as gorgeous as when she submits to me. Until her, I’ve never had the urge to control and dominate anyone in my bed.

To punish and praise them.

To own and have them at my mercy.

It’s the trust and love that shines in her eyes afterward that makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. She’s an addiction I never want out of my veins.

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