Page 197 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“How dare you barge into my life like a whirlwind of chaos, destroying everything I've worked so hard to build, only to walk away casually,” I growl, licking her delectable slit.

Briar buckles and moans. “I’m so tired of your hot and cold games. You switch personalities, and you call me the psycho? I’m so over you.”

The way she’s pulling on my hair and thrusting against my face says otherwise, but okay.

“Good luck trying to get rid of me, Briar,” I say. “We’re infinite, understand? Endless.”

She gawks at me, her eyes hazy with lust. “What the…”

“You brought this upon yourself,” I interject sharply. “It's your own doing for pursuing me from the start. You shouldn't have given a starving artist like me a muse, Briar.”

She throws an infuriating smirk. “Oh, I’m your muse, am I?”

“Yeah,” I say as I straighten to kiss her mouth. “You also care about me, remember? You really, really care about me. Or was that all bullshit?”

“Fuck you,” Briar groans, pulling me to her.

“Anything you want, baby,” I whisper, lowering my pants enough to let my cock go free. I stroke it once, look up at her, and say, “Tell me no, and I’ll stop and really leave you alone if that’s what you want.”

She stares at me.

I stare back.

Come on, baby. What do you want?

Then she gives me a stunning glare and wraps one of her legs around my waist.

Grinning, I thrust my hips and groan once I’m entirely inside her.

“Oh, fuck me,” Briar moans as I grip her hips while I continue to thrust in and out of her.

“That’s what I’m doing, baby,” I tease, nibbling on her lips.

She growls, pulling on my hair.

“What is it about you?” I can’t help but blurt out as waves of pleasure continue to squeeze me with each thrust. “You’re so fucking toxic, Briar.”

She rewards me with a laugh. God, I can’t believe how much I miss hearing that.

I press our foreheads together, cupping her cheeks with my hands. “You’re the” Thrust, “most intoxicating” Thrust, “sweetest poison” Thrust, “I've ever” Thrust, “fucking tasted.”

I reach between us and began playing with her clit, her moans playing wonderfully in my ears.

“Did you miss me?” She asks, a small smile playing on her lips.

I release a disbelieving chuckle and shake my head.

“No,” I murmur before kissing her deeply, my actions contradicting my words as I hold her tightly against me, allowing her to pull me closer.

After a few more seconds, my dick twitches as her pussy pulses around it, and we both came together.

Briar’s fingers lightly run through my hair, making me shudder at the feeling. I groan heavily, careful not to put my whole weight on her as I collapse.

“Rurik,” she groans as I sit beside her and gather her on my lap.

I don’t give a fuck that my cum is leaking out of her and pooling on the couch. In fact, the caveman in me is loving it.

I kiss the side of her head, and she makes a tiny, happy sound that drills through my chest.

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