Page 167 of She will Always be Mine

I hear the rustle of his pants before feeling his heat covering my back. His hands slap my thighs wider and pulling my hips back slightly, he plunges his dick back inside my gaping ass in one sharp thrust.

Tugging my head to the side, his teeth bite down on my collarbone like an animal marking his mate as he pounds into me. His heartbeat is in sync with mine as his thrusts become unhinged, brutal, and deep.

His angry grunts and my cries of ecstasy mix with the staccato of the music and I see stars behind my eyes. My orgasm triggers his own. I feel him spill inside me again as he marks and claims me and growls in my ear.

“Mine.”

Chapter Fifty-Four

NYRA

“I don’t wanna sleep.”

I pout while straddling Riaan’s hips as he lies beneath me with his hands behind his head. Even relaxed, his muscles are hard like steel beneath my palms. I trace the lines and cuts of his abs while he watches me under his hooded gaze.

It was one in the morning when we finally came home right after he ruthlessly took my ass. I lost count of how many orgasms he stole from my body. An hour later, I’m somehow still not tired. Amusement shines on Riaan’s face as his fingers trace the tops of my thighs.

We’ve been talking ever since we laid down on the bed naked. Because he wanted to stare at the hickeys, he left me naked and wouldn’t allow me to wear his shirt.

“Hmm, I obviously didn’t fuck you hard enough.” He narrows his eyes playfully.

The opposite, actually. I wouldn’t be able to walk without feeling him between my thighs for days. Even now, I can feel the slight burn and soreness. He ran me a warm bath as soon as we got home which helped a little.

“My pussy and ass are broken, Riaan.” I roll my eyes while his face darkens at my words.

“I’ll lick it better tomorrow.” I shake my head with a smile and his gaze softens. “You need rest, baby.”

“But we never talk like this,” I say. “I love hearing stories about your work.”

“You mean you love the gossip,” he teases.

“Well, duh.” I shrug before frowning. “You also never got me the Reet brothers’ autographs.”

“No way was I going to let them see how you look after being fucked,” he growls possessively. “It’s for my eyes only.”

“Fine,” I grumble.

“Give me a kiss.”

“No.”

I yelp and chuckle when he spanks my ass and yanks me down to steal a kiss for himself. His tongue dances with mine and I moan in pleasure.

My phone suddenly pings with a notification but I ignore it. When it chimes again nonstop, both of us pull back. Dread settles in my stomach because only one person could be texting me in the middle of the night, but the continuous notifications don’t any make sense.

Riaan must see the terror on my face because he sits up and tries to reason, “It could be Monica, baby.”

My gut says otherwise. The room temperature drops from playful to tense. Fear paralyses my body and I can’t move.

Grabbing my waist, Riaan places me on his side and leans toward the nightstand to grasp my phone. I don’t even stop him as he unlocks it since he now knows my password.

He scrolls and my heart drops when he doesn’t immediately eradicate my doubts. Instead, his grip tightens on my phone while his shoulders tense. His expression turn into stone and his lips morph into a flat line. There’s anguish in his eyes when he finally meets my frightened gaze.

“Riaan.” I ask, my voice trembling, “What is it?”

I snatch my phone when he remains silent.

“Nyra!” he warns, but it’s too late.

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