“There you are. Hello, angel. I am so glad to see you again. Keep your eyes open for me, yeah? I want you to see who’s down on their knees for you,” I wink, giving the tip of his dick a playful kiss.
His eyes darken. “Is that where you belong, like my own little slut?”
“Aww,” I just smirk. “I love that you call me yours.”
He scoffs but continues staring at me, our eyes never leaving each other.
“Remember when my tongue swirled around your finger?” I ask curiously.
Rurik nods stiffly.
I smile, “You never answered my question that day.”
“What question?” His fingers are digging through the chair.
“Did you imagine it was your cock my tongue was playing with that day?”
“Fuck.”
“I know, Rurik, but not yet.”
I stroke him some more, loving how hard he is and how he was looking at me like he’d never seen me before. He’s looking at me like he’s about to go feral. He’s looking at me like I’m making him feel good. He’s looking at me like he wants this. He’s looking at me like he wants more. He’s looking at me like he wants me.
He’s looking at me like he trusts me.
Finally.
It’s not just the lust or the pleasurable buzz I’m feeling that’s making me feel so high. It’s the feeling of knowing that Rurik finally trusts me.
I open my mouth to ask if he’s still good, but I’m interrupted by the annoying sound of his phone ringing and vibrating simultaneously.
Buzzzz! Buzzzz! Buzzzz!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Just like that, the spell is gone, and the lust in his eyes quickly diminishes.
“Fuck!” His eyes widen with panic, and he roughly pushes me off of him.
I lose my balance and fall on my ass, staring up at him with confusion. What the hell is his problem now? One minute, he’s looking at me with fuck-me eyes, and now?
I growl as the look of contempt and hate fills his eyes again.
He stands up and quickly tucks himself, muttering curses under his breath.
I stand up and grin at him, refusing to show my annoyance. “You good, angel?”
“Stop fucking calling me that!” He explodes. “Why do you keep calling me that stupid nickname when I’m not your fucking angel? Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone and piss off to the hell hole you came from!”
I take a step back — not because of fear, this asshole can never scare me, but because he’s never raised his voice like that before. His eyes dart between me and the door I had closed. I made sure it was locked before throwing myself at him; I’m not that stupid.
I reach out a hand, trying to calm down the panic I see flashing his features. “Hey, Rurik—”
He flinches, bringing a hand over his chest and breathing heavily.
I frown. “Hey. Rurik. You okay?”
“Fuck off,” He spits, slapping my hand away. “I said don’t touch me!”