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Holyfuckingshit, I need to think of something off-putting, or else I might embarrass myself and come right then and there.

Pineapple on pizza, people chewing with their mouths open, Barbara, literal shit…

I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and before I can even clear my thoughts, my boxers are shoved down, and a soft hand grabs my dick.

Jesus Fucking…

“Lovely to see you again, Rurik’s magnificent dick.” Briar purrs, looking down between us as she roughly strokes me. “Aww, are you leaking for me? It’s okay, I missed you too.”

I make a deep guttural sound as she continues stroking my dick up and down, her lips back on my neck and sucking hard on my skin as if she’s trying to make her mark. As if she’s trying to claim me.

“You’re insane,” I breathe out, my hips thrusting in the same rhythm as her strokes. I have one hand on her throat and another tangled through her hair. “You’re a psychopath,” I pull her hair, earning a satisfied groan from her. “You’re fucking deranged,” My fingers around her neck tighten, and I feel her breath hitching against my skin. She grins and licks my jaw. “You’re a walking nightmare, Briar.”

She pulls her hand away from my dick and licks my Adam’s apple, smirking. “I’m starting to think giving compliments is your love language, angel.”

I grab onto her shoulders and whirl us around, my turn to shove her against the wall this time. She gasps in surprise, wincing at the impact of my shove.

Good.

Maybe it’s time she gets a taste of her own medicine.

Before I can even think of my actions, I pull her head toward me and crash my lips to hers. Owning her, bruising her mouth, biting every little skin my teeth can reach, channeling all of my frustration, anger — and yes, fuck, fucking cravings — into her.

It doesn’t help that she tastes so damn wonderful.

How is that possible?

She tastes like temptation, sweet berries and dark chocolate, and fucking destruction. She tastes like someone who can completely ruin, shatter, and unravel me.

And I can’t stop.

“I hate you, Briar,” I growl against her lips, my hands wrapping around her neck. I can feel her pulse beating against my thumb as I gently squeeze. I bite her bottom lip. “God, I hate you so much.”

I should just end it now. End this migraine. End her.

I hate that she’s making me feel this way, I hate that she’s been consuming my every waking thought, I hate that she’s been making me feel so violently angry, I hate that she’s bringing out this unknown part of me, I hate that she tastes so addictive, I hate that she’s fucking my life up when I had it carefully planned out, and I hate that she let that idiot wrap his arms around her.

My head is so hazy I don’t notice she has let go of me completely.

Then, quick as lightning, she maneuvers her hands between my arms, forcing them apart until I have no choice but to let go of her neck. Before I can react, she seizes me by the shoulders and shoves me backward until the back of my legs hits the toilet.

“Good,” She murmurs as she slams the toilet shut with the lid using her foot. She shoves me down on top of it, locks the door, turns around, and grins. “Because I’m this close to pushing you across that thin line.”

Any insults I have ready to launch at her face disappear into the ether when she drops to her knees before me.

Chapter 14

Briar

Not to stroke my own ego, but I like to think I’m a badass bitch. I can shoot men point-blank in the face with no hesitation, know how to use all the weapons unimaginable, trick and seduce men to get what I want, and I’m physically stronger than most men I know.

I had no fucking weakness.

Until my very own fallen angel swooped into my life.

Fucking Rurik.

What is it about this rude, uptight, controlling asshole that makes me want to go down on my knees and worship him?

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