I’m naked from the waist up in a classroom in the middle of the day and I don’t seem to care. My nails bite into the wooden desk yet I make no move to hide myself, loving the desire on Riaan’s clenched face.

The longer he makes me wait, the more I want to scream at him to do something.

Bite. Lick. Suck.Spank.

Just anything other than this sweet torture.Or is this my punishment?

If it is, then wasn’t two months enough?

“Riaan… Please. I’m aching.”

“And I haven’t even touched you yet,” he teases cruelly and my back arches when he finally runs his fucking knuckles around my belly button. The bastard knows where I want his hands and still, he denies it, enjoying my torment. Still softly grazing my shivering skin, he growls, “Your tits are so soft and pretty, baby. They taunt me every time you walk, always making my mouth water. Bet they’ll look even more stunning covered in my cum.”

Tightly grabbing my breasts in his rough hands until they spill, he pulls and pinches my nipples hard until the burn of his touch twists into pleasure. Spanking them at the same time, his jaw clenches as they bounce and I moan while tears gather in my eyes.

The sound of metal clinking pierces through the haze and I look down to see Riaan pull his belt off.

Rounding his leather belt until the ends meets, he commands ruthlessly, “I’m going to spank and then fuck your tits until they are sore and swollen, baby girl.”

I turn beet red while my clit throbs as I imagine his cock sliding and rubbing between my breasts. Even more twisted is me wishing he spanks me with his belt.

God, why am I so turned on and not scared?

There’s no way I’ll be able to keep quiet. Riaan always takes his time, especially when he’s teaching me a lesson. Fuck… we’ll get caught.

Besides, haven’t I learned my lesson? I’m making the same mistake and I haven’t even paid the price for my last one. There are cameras in the class. Even if nobody catches us, the recording will be enough to haunt us forever.

“Somebody will see us, Riaan. We can’t,” I try to persuade him but he shakes his head and I can feel my fears blurring. I try to plead again, “What if someone hears us?”

“Then you better be quiet.”

The Riaan I always knew was domineering, possessive, and arrogant but this one is justunhinged.

He is everywhere, taking up all my air and wreaking havoc on my senses. Day and night.

I mean, he bought a fucking brand-new apartment just to have me living under his roof. As if that wasn’t enough, he moved right in, giving me no choice or say in the decision.

The worst part… I hate that I don’t mind it at all.

I actually love his psychotic, over-the-top bulldozing into my life. I love how he’s fighting for me. For us.

But being this reckless, can be too risky.

So how do I tell him without revealing the whole truth?

His fingers circling my throat brings my attention back from the emotional turmoil and when his teeth sink into my bottom lip, I lose all rational thought. They all become a jumbled mess, unintelligible and irrelevant.

The devil on my shoulder is winning again.

My bottom lip stings when he lets go and inches back to whisper against my gasping mouth. “I own you, Nyra, and no one stares or touches what’s mine. I’ll kill whoever tries. Do you understand?”

Chills race down my spine at the aggression and madness in his low voice.

A little late for that… is what I want to say but words don’t come out.

Like the liar he calls me, I nod and I hate myself when his eyes soften a bit before they sharpen with lust.

As if I’m not drenched enough, he takes his time stripping his suit jacket while the shirt underneath stretches over his sharply cut biceps. I shift restlessly as he rolls the shirt sleeves, revealing his veiny forearms.