Page 164 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

Briar dares to smirk. “Am I? That’s funny. I specifically remember you telling me before that I’m not your anything and that you’re not interested.”

I spread her legs apart, running my hand along her left thigh and lifting her knee. She responds by wrapping her leg around my waist. I thrust my strained dick between her legs, earning a moan from her as I continue to rock my hips against her in rhythmic motions.

“Does that feel like I’m not interested?” I bite on her neck, sucking on the battered skin.

She groans, her eyes dropping with lust as her lips part. I trail my lips to her jaw, then to her mouth, licking, nibbling, swallowing every sound she makes that makes me addicted.

“Your hot and cold behavior is so tiring,” Briar groans between kisses.

“You forgetting that you’re mine is tiring,” I grunt out roughly, pressing her tightly against the wall as she wraps her other leg around me. “If you let someone else taste you, baby, we are truly fucking over. I will fuck them up first, then we will be over. Is that clear?”

“Mmm. Love it when you talk dirty to me, angel.” She purrs, nibbling on my Adam’s apple.

“Briar!”

“I miss how you groan my name in that deep, husky voice.” Briar continues wickedly. “I love how possessive you get, angel. I guess you do care about me.”

I don’t say anything as I unwrap her legs around me so that I can shove her shorts and panties down. She gasps, her eyes wide with excitement and lust, when I hook my hands on her ass to lift her again.

She wraps her legs around my waist again. “Or… You just see me as an object and don’t like sharing your toys. Jesus. My feminist brain must be dead or something because I find that kind of hot, too.”

I do care about her. But also, I don’t like sharing.

She’s mine. She’s fucking mine. But it seems like I need to remind her as I stroke my hard cock once, twice, before thrusting inside her.

We both groan in unison, the feeling of her squeezing my dick as I immediately pound into her. I drop my forehead against her shoulder, her arms wrapping around my shoulders to keep her in place as I continue to fuck her against the wall.

“God, what have you done to me, baby?” I blurt out, the feeling of pleasure filtering my thoughts as I slide in and out of her. “You fucking undo me, you know?”

She just responds with a moan, cupping my face with her hands so she can lift my face to capture my lips. She kisses me softly, her tongue tracing the inside of my mouth before tangling with my tongue.

I kiss her back. Pouring everything I want to say out loud but can’t.

I’m sorry I can’t give you more.

I’m sorry I’m being a coward.

I’m sorry I’m scared.

I’m sorry I’m too selfish.

I’m sorry I’m like this.

I’m so sorry.

She pulls away, her lips swollen, cheeks flush, and eyes bright as she stares at me.

And then she smiles. Not her usual wicked or flirting one she loves teasing me with.

A genuine smile spreads across her face as if she isn’t tearing my fucking heart out of my chest and consuming it for herself.

I swallow hard, sweat prickling on my forehead as my body is lit on fire and my thrusts turn rougher and faster.

“There’s no one else for me, Rurik,” She whispers against my ear before kissing my Adam’s apple as I exhale heavily. “You’ve ruined me for other men.”

I shudder, holding her tightly against me as I come inside her. I feel her pussy throbbing around my dick, letting me know she’s coming with me. As I empty myself inside her, I kiss her just as fiercely as she’s kissing me.

We keep kissing until her legs begin to shake around me. I gently help her down but continue to press her against the wall while my lips lock against her jaw.

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