Page 162 of She will Always be Mine

No one can break us.

Chapter Fifty-Three

NYRA

With each song we dance to, the greedier our hands become.

Every inch of me is laced with tension and drowning in lust as his wandering fingers play me like a fiddle. All of my senses are heightened and attuned to his masculine presence as he holds me on a precipice.

It infuriates me that even though we both know his touch and close proximity are igniting a deep ache inside me, he won’t give me any relief whatsoever until he decides to do so. .

Is it possible for your whole body to feel like a live wire?Because mine does.

Every time I move, my walls tighten around the toy inside my ass, and it brings a throbbing sensation straight to my clit. It’s torture of the worst kind. My thong is soaked and sticking to my core in a delicious way.

The worst part, I wouldn’t even care as long as he doesn’t deny me anymore.

Soft lips nip the skin on my shoulder to my pounding pulse. My head tilts to the side so he doesn’t stop. I grasp his hair when he sucks and tastes me with his tongue; his hungry hands digging into my hips, then down to my thighs as I dance against him.

“Riaan,” I moan, and he bites down aggressively before licking the sting away.

I grind against him when his hardness presses into my ass. His fingers dig into my waist, and I feel him smile. I bite my lip when those same fingers circle my belly button and go lower but stop inches away from my wet pussy.

My frustrated whimper is drowned out by the music and the loud screams of people around us. The darkness, the flashing lights, and the throng of people dancing somehow only heighten my desire to let it have free rein.

My lower muscles tighten when Riaan’s rough fingers graze my upper thighs and I feel drunk on dark lust. The soft touch electrifying and burning up my skin.

Teasingly, he inches them underneath my skirt and I nervously look around. If anybody dancing below us looked up, they’ll see him playing with my wet cunt.

I grip his wrist even though I don’t want him to stop.

However, my body and mind are at war. Before I can even decide, Riaan ruthlessly takes control and despite my protest, his hand doesn’t stop until he cups my throbbing pussy.

“Shh…” His teeth nip my earlobe and he growls, “Dance while I play with your cunt.”

As if I’m under his spell, I obey while my head drops to his shoulder, my arm winding around his neck as I grind my hips against his fingers. To anyone watching, we are nothing but a couple lost to the madness of the night.

They don’t know he’s a depraved man with his hand underneath my skirt.

They can’t hear the filthy words he’s whispering in my ear.

They’ll never know I’m his fuck toy, his little pet, and hispainslut.

His hand tugs my soaked thong to the side and I cover my gasp against his neck as he slides his finger between my folds. He spreads my wetness on my clit before pinching it painfully. I push closer as he circles my opening but doesn’t penetrate me.

Toying. Edging. Teasing.

But never letting me chase the ecstasy his skillful touch brings. I feel empty yet full and it’s a twisted sensation I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Even now, his control hasn’t snapped while I’m all sorts of fucked up.

My body craves the orgasm but its waiting for his permission.

My hand still on his wrist, I push in a silent plea to give me something. Anything.

I buck against his palm in wicked pleasure when he listens and shoves his finger in achingly slow.

Damn it! It’s not enough.

Hating his power over me, I slide my hand down until I’m cupping his dick and start stroking him. My touch mirrors his tortuously slow and teasing strokes just to make him feel how I’m feeling.

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