Page 80 of She will Always be Mine

Sure, I liked to push his limits but not like this.

Even more terrifying, he’s enjoying it more than anything.

But when his control finally snaps, I’ll bear the marks of it on my flesh. Quickly, I shut down the part of me that finds it a turn-on. All my emotions are getting twisted into a web.

After feeling nothing for weeks, I’m suddenly feelingeverything.Everywhere.

I watch his eyes heat and his lips curl into a threatening smirk as he taunts, “Stubborn little girl.”

Before I can retort, he throws the cover off and stands in all his naked glory.

Fuck. Me.

I forgot how thick and long his cock is. Right now, it looks angry. How the hell did I sleep with it pressed against me all night? I swallow as he wraps his hand around his girth. When he gives it a rough squeeze, it goes straight to my clit.

“I can smell your arousal, dirty girl,” he growls.

I turn around and run into the bathroom. His arrogant laugh mocks me all the way inside.

Bloody hell! It’s going to be torture living with him.

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Holding the knot of my towel tightly against my chest, I peek into the bedroom to see if he’s there. I take a relieved breath when it’s empty because silly me, in my haste to run away from him, I forgot to grab some clothes to change into. I was under the shower by the time I realized it and thank God, I at least had the towel in the bathroom.

I also hated how disappointed I was when he didn’t join me while showering and boss me around, which he loves to do.

How am I supposed to guard my body and heart if it betrays me every second by wishing for him to be close? Ugh… so frustrating.

I see no option other than to force Monica to move in with me and use her as a human shield. Maybe I can tempt her with booze and movies every night, and then never let her leave.

Great! Now I’m even plotting like Riaan.

Walking to my separate closet, I stare at how large it is. The vanity I see in front of me is so pretty. The thought of getting ready every day in here is making me excited and look forward to waking up in the mornings. Yesterday went by so fast that I didn’t get a chance to appreciate just how breathtaking my apartment is.

Sometimes, I forget that Riaan is a very successful businessman who can afford a lavish lifestyle. I also know how hard he works each day and night. Still, to buy such an expensive apartment just so he could have me close by is too much.

I don’t know if I should be scared or happy that his love—orprotectiveness—for me has no bounds. I feel like I don’t deserve him.

I mean, what will he think when he finds out I bared my body to his own brother? He’ll never forgive me for betraying him like that, coerced or not.

Now that I’m standing alone in front of the mirror, I drop the towel and my shame and disgust returns as I stare at my reflection. Yet, I also can’t help but notice the glow to my cheeks, the flush on my skin after spending a single night with Riaan. If only I could focus on that and not on the invisible scars on my soul.

Noticing the time on the clock above me, I hurry to get ready because I don’t want to be late on my first day back to college. I grab my favorite pair of high-waisted jeans and put them on, pairing them with a dark purple turtleneck crop top with no sleeves. I blow-dry my hair and tie into a high ponytail, then finish getting ready by putting on light makeup.

Giving myself a once-over, I walk out of the closet with my tote bag that has my books for the day.

As soon as I round the hallway toward the kitchen, I stop and stare at Riaan’s broad back encased in a crisp dark navy blue shirt and pants. The matching suit jacket is kept on the back of one of the chairs.

My mind takes me back to the last time I caught him cooking breakfast and warmth spreads through me at how happy I was that day. It was the first time he told me he loved me.

And a week later, I broke my vow.

Shoving the guilt down into a vault, I observe him move around the kitchen smoothly and the delicious aroma of the food has my mouth watering.

Still, my feet stay rooted to the spot so I can get my uninterrupted fill of him, to sate my craving for this man that never goes away like a deadly addiction.

I may call his tendencies insane but I’m just as guilty.

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