Page 163 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

I rush towards her, growling in frustration as she darts behind the couch. “Briar!”

She flashes me a wicked grin. “Catch me if you can, Rurik.”

Is she fucking playing with me? Doesn’t she realize how fucking crazy I feel right now because of her?

“By the way,” She giggles when she dodges my reach. I release an angry grunt when she does it again. “That text you sent me? Fucking hot. I want to take a screenshot and upload it as my profile picture for everyone to see.”

She dashes around the coffee table, nearly tripping over one of its legs. In an instant, I'm there to catch her, enveloping her in my arms as she continues to laugh. I hold her tightly against my chest, her laughter vibrating against me and making me feel all sorts of things.

“Caught you,” I whisper against her ear. She squirms against my hold, turning around until her back is pressed firmly against my front.

“What has gotten into you?” She mumbles as my lips latch against her neck.

“You ignored me for a week, Briar,” I say, nibbling her earlobe. “You literally locked me out of your apartment.”

“You locked me out of your personal life,” She snaps, trying to elbow me off her.

I release a frustrated sound, shoving her against the wall. She lets out a surprise yelp as her breasts press against the wall.

“I didn’t,” My dick is painfully hard, and the feeling of her firm ass pressed against it isn’t helping.

“You and I might have remembered things differently,” Briar grumbles as she turns her face to glare at me over her shoulder.

I nip her jaw. “Who the hell was that guy?”

“What guy?”

“Don’t mess with me, Briar.” My hands on her hips tighten.

“Why not? You’re messing with me.” She sighs, tilting her jaw to allow my lips to press against the skin under her ear. “I'm just your dirty little secret. You use me and my body, then toss me aside. Don't blame me if I want to find someone who wants me for me, you selfish—”

I whirl her around and crash my lips to hers, shutting her the fuck up. She releases a startled gasp, and I take advantage of that by shoving my tongue inside her mouth, swiping every inch I can reach. Her body finally relaxes against mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

Fuck.

Like I said hundreds of times… I’m so fucked.

But, as usual, I can’t stop.

I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching her. Someone else tasting her. Someone else hearing the beautiful melody she sings when touched a certain way. Someone else having her.

Since when have I become possessive toward a person? Never. This isn’t me. I never cared or felt like I was on the verge of committing murder toward anyone who breathed in her direction in a way I disapproved of.

I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I also don’t give a shit either.

She just makes me feel so crazy with her gasps, her touches…

“Rurik,” Briar breathes when I release her lips so I can focus on leaving my mark on her neck.

“Shut up,” I grunt, putting a leg between hers and rubbing my erection against her thigh like some horny teenager.

“Fuck,” She groans as my fingers tangle through her hair and pull. “I don’t know what’s happening with you, but I’m not complaining.”

She flashes me that sexy grin, and I almost came right then and there.

“You’re fucking mine, Briar. You would do well to remember that.”

Did I just fucking growl like some animalistic asshole? God, what the hell is she turning me into? Who am I anymore?

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