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But he’s not here.

Jesus, did we disgust him that much? Is he really that unhappy with me?

We both look around us and do not see Philip anymore in the vicinity.

I should be happy that we won this round.

Right?

He knows now, so nothing matters anymore.

I ignore the way my heart continues to beat abnormally.

Chapter 36

Briar

A week has passed since Rurik and I bumped into Philip. What started as me being confident in whatever this was between Rurik and me was ruined when I got a text from Nat.

It was in the middle of the night when I got a notification from her, saying that they were able to locate more transportation and the routes used in trafficking these women.

While I should be happy that we’ve come up with a plan to get rid of those shits, that pesky little darkness that keeps making its way inside my head keeps reminding me that whatever we do will eventually affect Rurik.

I went back to sleep, ignoring the demons in my head, reminding me that Rurik’s heart is weak and that any stress can hurt him. Fuck, this is why Nat wanted me to stay away in the first place, wasn’t it? Rurik can’t handle my life.

Rurik can’t—

My eyes fly open as I feel something wet and hot licking my stomach. I look down, sitting up with my elbows, to see a head full of dark, wavy hair making its way between my legs.

“Hello?” I ask, raising my brows when Rurik looks up with a wicked grin. “Can I help you?”

Rurik nods, “Actually, yes. I can’t sleep because of how loud you’re thinking. Also, it’s my birthday today—”

I know it’s his birthday. I have plans for him, but he’s ruining the first part. I was hoping to wake him up with my mouth on his dick, but he’s being impatient.

“I know, happy birthday, Rurik! Wait, I was thinking loud? What, like I was talking?”

“No, but you kept tossing and turning, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Aww, my poor angel…”

“It’s my birthday,” Rurik pouts adorably. “Can I have my birthday treat now?”

“Can’t you wait? It’s too early, let’s go back to sleep… Oh…Mmmfuck….”

Lick. “Goddamnit Briar.” Kiss. “I can live off of your pussy juices and be energized all day.”

“Oh god…”

“Briar.” His voice drips with seductive warning.

Lick. Kiss. In.

“Fuck. Sorry. Angel. Angel.” I groan, my head clouding with lust at the feeling of his tongue stroking me side to side, inside and out.

My hips jolt as he goes deeper, now fucking me with his tongue. Holy fucking shit, this man’s tongue strength is… Oh. Wait… Okay… Okay… Yes, yes, shit. Ohgodohgodohgod.

“Call for god one more time, and I will make you come with my finger up your ass instead of coming on my tongue.”

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