Page 160 of She will Always be Mine

“Do you think the brothers are here?” she questions with an expectant grin.

“Riaan texted me that they are on their way.”

“Which one do you think is hotter? Kadin or Kieran?”

“Honestly, Kieran is intense and scares me a little. Kadin is intense too, but at least he smiles sometimes. Both are equally hot so it comes down to their personality.”

I’ve been a fan of them ever since they went viral. Their voice just draws you in and reaches your soul. Their songs are beautifully haunting and laced with deep emotions. I might never get this chance again so I’m going to ask Riaan to get me their autograph.

“Who gives a fuck about that? I just wanna get fucked by either of them.” I tilt my head and, she shrugs. “Or both.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I tease, and she winks.

“You love that about me.”

“I do.”

“Let’s have a shot,” she says.

Intertwining our hands, we push through the throng of people toward the corner. Alcohol isn’t allowed and yet Monica sneaked a bottle past the heavy security.

We drink straight from the bottle and the vodka burns my throat on the way down. I take one more sip before passing it back to her.

The song “Afterhours” by TroyBoi begins to play through the speakersand I drag Monica to the middle to dance. We throw our hands up in the air while singing the lyrics. My eyes close and a smile forms on my lips as the beat of the music takes over my body.

The song switches to a slow and sensual one and Riaan’s face flashes behind my eyes. Just like that, my pussy throbs at the memory from earlier today.

One second I was worried anybody could walk in on us and the next, he had me forgetting my own name. I’ve never been so primed and on edge that one touch from him and I’ll combust.

Every time he played with the butt plug, I had to fight to keep the moans inside. My cheeks would heat in embarrassment when Monica noticed the flush on my skin twice.

He made sure he was on my mind constantly.

My heart would race a mile a minute at the sadism I would see in his dark eyes whenever he’s nearby.

His devious intentions are unmistakable.

As I dance in the crowd, I’m taken back to the night in the club. Just like then, an awareness pricks my senses and I feel him watching me like a hunter ready to capture his prey.

A shudder racks my body as I search for him in the dark.

My lips part on a gasp as a bright light flashes for a second and our gazes collide. My feet move closer to him of my own accord. His pull too strong.

I find him leaning against a corner, one hand in his pants pocket, no jacket, and the sleeves rolled up. It’s as if he’s run his hands through his hair too many times because it’s messy with a lock falling over his forehead.

It makes me feel all sorts of hot and bothered when he makes no move toward me. He knows I won’t run away this time.

“Dance with me.” I hear Monica’s piercing voice from behind me as she grabs and pulls at my elbow.

I let her drag me to the middle and we sway to the music. Not once does Riaan’s attention stray from me. His eyes devour me as I run my hands over my breasts teasingly before sliding them into my hair.

I might be dancing with my friend but it’s all for him.

The world ceases to exist until it’s just us.

When Monica begins to dance with a guy, I walk toward Riaan again. My stomach hollows with unwelcome emotion when a girl from my class approaches him with a flirty smile. She speaks to him even though he’s completely ignoring her. Undeterred, she boldly rests her palm on his chest and my vision goes dark.

How dare she!

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