Page 54 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Fuck off, Briar. Get out of my face, or you’ll see what happens...” He trails off, his voice coming out in whispers.

“Why, what will happen?” I chuckle, “You still haven’t told me what will happen, and I’m dying to see whatever that is, angel.”

I feel his fingers tangling around my hair and brace myself, thinking he will pull my head back. But he doesn’t.

Hmm…

“Leave me alone —”

“Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you.”

“I said leave me alone, Briar…” He growls, the sound vibrating against his chest.

I stare at how his Adam’s apple moves again as he swallows hard. Fuck, I still want to bite his throat. I want to hear more of those delicious noises he makes. I want more of him.

“And I said,” My lips are barely brushing against his. “Shut your fucking mouth, Rurik. Unless you do want me to do it for you.”

My hand instinctively finds its way to his throat, curling around the back of his neck, my fingers grazing his warm skin. Rurik’s eyes widen, his lips parting in anticipation. A low, primal noise, filled with desperation and raw desire, escapes him.

Fuck.

The fucking noises he makes.

I can't resist any longer. The need to taste him, to feel him, consumes me entirely. I need this asshole. I’ve always wondered what other noises he could make if I pushed him a bit more.

And I’m about to find out.

I press our bodies together, pulling his face toward mine as I surge forward, our lips colliding with a force that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Oh.

Oohhh. Shit.

Is this what Eve tasted when she succumbed to the serpent's temptation?

Chapter 8

Rurik

I am so fucked.

Chapter 9

Briar

I wrap my arms on top of his shoulders, pushing myself against him as I continue to massage his lips with mine brutally.

“You taste like my new favorite dessert, angel,” I whisper, trailing kisses against his jaw, licking my way down to his neck and then back to his lips.

“Fuck you,” Rurik growl, his fingers digging through my shoulders.

Again, he’s not pushing me away.

“Judging by how hard you feel straining against your pants, I bet you want to,” I murmur, lowering a hand and cupping his length. “Oh, big boy, aren’t you?”

Rurik makes another sexy noise, whether it’s a growl or a groan, I don’t give a shit what. He sounds sexy as fuck, though. The soft moans he makes with the way I rub my palms against him tell me he’s enjoying this, whether he accepts this or not.

“Safeword is pussycat,” I whisper against his ear, “because my pussy will be the only one your cock will pet.”

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