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“Your pussy is made for me, baby,” Rurik grunts, sweat forming on his forehead as his thrusts pick up. “Fuck, you feel so good around my dick. So damn tight and warm…Mmmfuck. Being inside you feels like home,” he releases a low groan. His fingers dig into my thighs as his thrusts become more rough and uneven. “Mmm, I can’t believe I tried to end us. You’re mine.”

I grin. There he is.

He lifts my leg over his shoulder. “Fucking mine.”

He goes deeper, fucking me hard against the couch; I have to hold on to his biceps to stay in place. After a few more thrusts, his cock thickens inside me, and I can feel his release already dripping out of me as he continues to roll his hips.

He whispers with a groan, “Endless?”

“Endless,” I answer before I hold on tight and come along with him.

Chapter 34

Briar

An hour later, after watching Rurik clean up the mess he made in the kitchen, we're settling on the couch and finally enjoying the cookies I made. His cleaning of the shattered plate would have only taken fifteen or fewer minutes, but Rurik kept pulling me to the side and kissing the shit out of me whenever I walked past him.

He’ll never admit it, but he so loves kissing.

“This is so delicious,” Rurik groans after swallowing his second cookie. “It tastes almost as good as your pussy.”

My face heats up. Jesus, was this the same guy who lost his mind earlier?

I’m about to go for a second cookie when I feel fingers lightly brushing my thighs. I glance over to see Rurik staring at my skin with a guilty expression.

Not liking that look on his face, I look down and gasp.

I have bruises already developing on my thighs and hips that resemble handprints.

“Shit,” I murmur. “Nice.”

I look up to see his guilty look replaced with a hungry expression.

“It is nice, isn’t it?” Rurik murmurs, tracing the bruises with his thumb. “I quite like seeing my mark decorated all over you.”

I stretch my legs out, enjoying how his eyes roam all over my body. “Behave, mister.”

Rurik grins so sexily that I’m tempted to strip in front of him again. But I won’t because I need to know what happened between him and Philip. “How did brunch go?”

His grin drops, and he looks away with a groan. “Great. Until he asked about you.”

I scoot closer to him and wrap an arm around his stomach, placing my head on his chest. “What happened?”

I could feel his breath blowing on my head as he sighed. He proceeds to tell me how Philip was being vague about me. He didn’t tell Rurik how he knew me, only that he knew I was behind the attacks against him. He threatened me and my friends, and Rurik freaked the fuck out.

I look up at him, not liking how I can feel his heartbeat picking up as he asks, “What do we do? He’s going to come after you guys. He’ll hurt you.”

“Well, we won’t do anything. Me and my friends will, though,” I say.

I refuse to get Rurik involved more than he already is.

He frowns. “What are you guys going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, tilting my face. He still has that worried look on his face as he kisses me. I sigh against his lips and immediately change the subject. “Want to help me paint?”

He hesitates for a second before nodding.

I grin. “Let’s go.”

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