Page 85 of She will Always be Mine

Riaan as he drives and swerves smoothly through traffic is still as sexy as hell to watch as I remember. The way his mouth is set in a firm line, one hand gripping the steering wheel and his eyes narrowed in concentration, it’s making me all sorts of hot and bothered.

Who knew watching him drive is one of my kinks that drives me absolutely wild. Pun intended.

When it comes to this man, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything he does has me wanting to get on my knees and worship him. He’s always in control and intense and commanding.

It’s why I was shocked when he bared his heart out and confessed worst fears. I always see little glimpses of his softer side but never so open and raw.

All I wanted was to apologize for putting him through that. To jump into his arms and promise I’ll never leave him.

But it would’ve been another lie.

Before I could utter a word, he was back to being his broody and silent self as he put the car back into drive. I hated the burning disappointment in my chest, and the feeling of powerlessness as I sat mute. I hate that I’m being so heartless to the man I love.

There must be a line between justifying my actions for protecting the people I love and plain coldheartedness. I fear I may have just crossed that line without realizing it.

I thought it was his domineering nature that has him moving in with me and not letting me out of his sight, when the truth is that he simply needs me close after missing me for long. I’m his safe haven, his home, just as much as he’s mine. The distance has broken our souls in different ways.

But the remedy is the same.Each other.

Maybe it’s why I didn’t fight him as hard as I should have when he ruthlessly forced his way into my life yesterday. Maybe deep down, I wanted it so I didn’t stop him. I don’t want us to be over. Or just maybe… I want him to save me and keep me, consequences be damned.

I thought I let him go but I haven’t.

He’s so fucking right. It’s only been a day and I’m already going against my own instincts. Craving to break my own promises.

Maybe there’s a chance you can still be with him,both the angel and the devil whisper in my ear. I shove them down because I know it’s a false hope. I can’t go down that road again. Besides, the danger of my blackmailer is still hunting me. He’s quiet but I know it will end soon.

There’s no way Zain doesn’t know I’m back. What if he sees me with Riaan and posts the pictures, thinking I went against his wishes? I need to get my hands on his phone and destroy all the evidence as soon as possible. The clock is ticking.

I jerk back when Riaan’s hand caress my cheek, “Baby, we’re here.”

Noticing the familiar trees and the tall brick buildings, I realize we’ve reached my college. Instantly, a little bit of my mood brightens, excited to see Monica after so long. She can distract me from the disaster that has been my life lately.

Students mill about, some laughing and talking in groups, while others walk alone, and I feed off their energy.

Unclasping my seat belt, I lean over the console to grab my bag from the back seat and I ignore the shiver racing down my spine when my breasts press lightly against Riaan’s arm. The physical contact only lasts a fraction of a second, but my pussy throbs in teasing pleasure.

“Thanks for the ride, Riaan,” I tell him and hurry to get out before his scent engulfs me.

I have only taken two steps when I hear another door shut behind me and I make the mistake of turning around.

I watch Riaan round the front of his car and saunter toward me, his gait confident and the intent in his eyes dark and sinful.

A group of girls passing by check him out and I have an insane urge take their eyes out, but I forget all about it when his shadow falls over me.

My nervous gaze clashes with his and before I have a chance to utter a word, his mouth descends on mine. The shock and the soft feel of his lips pressed against mine renders me speechless and my knees too weak.

When he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and teases me with his tongue, I moan which he greedily swallows.

He kisses me so deeply that it is too indecent for the public eye and yet he doesn’t stop.

God, I missed his taste. I missed the ruthless drag of his tongue leaving no corner of my mouth untouched. His sexy groan of satisfaction is for my ears only. Nothing, not even anything I’ve ever read, compares to being kissed like this.

How the hell am I supposed to spend my life without this? Without him?

When the fog in my brain diminishes for a second, I remember I’m on my campus and Monica might see us so I try to rip my mouth away but he grabs the back of my neck and bites me until I whimper and fall into him.

His kiss becomes rougher and harder as he tastes my mouth shamelessly.

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