Page 102 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Well,” I hum, standing on my toes to reach his neck. He stiffens as my lips descend on his neck, and I can’t help but grin when he lets out a shuddered breath as I kiss his Adam’s apple. “Remember when we were kids and were told always to follow our dreams?”

“I guess?” Rurik grunts as I pull away.

“Well, you’re mine, angel.”

In every sense of the word. He is mine, whether he accepts it or not.

Just to fuck with him, I cup his dick.

Oh.

My brows raise as I glance up at him. How does he feel a little hard again?

“Stop it,” He snaps, swatting my hand away. I laugh, squeezing his cheeks instead, and he snarls. “Fuck off, Briar.”

“God, whenever you say shit like that, I just wanna drop my panties for you.” I tease as his face turns adorably red.

Jesus. I sucked and jerked him off, yet with a few words here and there, he acts all embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” I say while I watch Rurik wash his hands. “I want our first time to be on a bed, not in a public bathroom. I don’t care if bathrooms have become our new secret place.”

Rurik scoffs, aggressively grabbing paper towels and wiping his hands clean. He bunches them into a ball, muttering, “We will not have a first time.”

He walks over to the trash bin, tosses them in, and immediately rushes to the exit. I grab his wrist.

I chuckle, walking around him to block his way. “I thrive on challenges.”

“What do you want from me?” he snaps, throwing his hands up and glaring down at me. “We... Okay, we did some things, but why do you want more from me? I can’t give you anything more than I’m ready to give!”

“Then, I’ll wait until you’re ready.” I simply say, taking his hand with mine. “In the meantime, kisses, handjobs, and blowjobs will suffice.”

He scoffs and tries to pull away. My grip tightens as I yank him closer to me.

“You’re insane,” Rurik says as I kiss the back of his hand. He releases a heavy breath when I roll my eyes and let him go. “We are never going to happen.”

“We kinda already happened, angel,” I smirk, crossing my arms.

“I’m not fucking into you.”

“Really?” I dramatically look at my shirt and skirt. “I could have sworn it was you who attacked me first, and I’m pretty sure this is your cum stain appearing all over my clothes.”

He just glares, his eyes roaming all over my body. I chuckle, and his gaze immediately fixates on my lips. Yeah, Rurik can lie all he wants, but I see it in his eyes.

The hunger.

The lust.

He fucking wants me, and I know it. This isn’t just about me being my usual delusional self — I witnessed. Tasted it. So why does he keep fighting me on this?

“Want to grab another drink?” I ask randomly.

“What?” Rurik looks so confused.

“A drink,” I repeat, nodding behind the door. “We’re at a bar. You didn’t finish your drink. Let’s go grab another one and enjoy it.”

But he shakes his head, “No.”

“Why not?”

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