Chapter 14
Briar
Not to stroke my own ego, but I like to think I’m a badass bitch. I can shoot men point-blank in the face with no hesitation, know how to use all the weapons unimaginable, trick and seduce men to get what I want, and I’m physically stronger than most men I know.
I had no fucking weakness.
Until my very own fallen angel swooped into my life.
Fucking Rurik.
What is it about this rude, uptight, controlling asshole that makes me want to go down on my knees and worship him?
He made his opinion of me perfectly clear a few days ago. But then he texted me, apologizing for his opinion.
Like… Hello? Were those words his opinion? Did he really mean the things he said but apologized to ease his guilt, or did he genuinely summon his inner asshole energy and word-vomited lies all over me?
I was told men are simple. They haven’t met Rurik Campbell.
Nat invited me to her place, which she shared with Oscar because their small get-together became bigger than anticipated. When she vaguely recognized one of the randos who had been invited, she immediately called me to ”help investigate.”
Translation: sweet-talk the guy and determine if he is a threat or genuinely innocent.
Everything was going according to plan. Nat left me to deal with this rando so she could talk in code with Oscar, and I was just working my charm to the T.
Until fucking Rurik showed up eating a slice of pizza with a drink.
Did seeing him throw me off my game?
Bitch, please.
Was I so close to calling it quits by just killing the rando?
No, I’m a professional.
What I did do was put a little sleepy powder into the rando’s beer. What? Never leave your drink unattended. When I saw his eyes drooping, I caught Rurik walking toward the bathroom and thought how perfect the timing was.
I know I should have continued ignoring him, but I just wanted to give him a piece of my mind. After what we did, I planned to get him alone to yell at him for treating me like a piece of trash.
I had plans, damn it!
And they all went down the drain when I was alone with him. Instead of giving him shit for being such an asshole, I did something that made the most sense to me the moment I laid eyes on him.
I kissed the shit out of him.
And then the most glorious thing happened next. He kissed me!
He was kissing me back in the same rough, manhandling way I secretly love — only he can do that — and I felt my knees drop along with what was left of my sanity.
And I’m not even mad about it.
“Fuck,” Rurik groans as I lick the tip of his dick.
I feel his fingers tangle through my hair as I use my saliva as lube. Looking up at him, I began stroking his dick up and down, squeezing my fingers, and massaging his balls with my other hand.
He closes his eyes and leans back, his brows furrowing together.
That’s it, angel. Just relax and let me take care of you.
His length hardens and grows with each stroke of my hand. I watch his features change as I continue squeezing and stroking him. His lips part open slightly, his eyes close shut, and my ears are rewarded with the beautiful sounds he’s making.
God, he is so fucking hot.
I want to lick him up and swallow him whole.
I lift the bottom of his shirt and lean down to kiss his hard abs, up to lick his nipples, and then back down to kiss the tip of his dick. He groans softly as I continue peppering kisses all over I can reach. As I continue to stroke him, I kiss his inner thighs, that sexy V-line on his hips, and his muscular quads.
“Stop kissing me all over,” Rurik complains, glaring down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“But you smell so good,” I purr, placing a kiss above his belly button. I grin when his muscles clench. “Like mahogany with a hint of lavender and espresso.” I inhale deeply, breathing him in.
“You make me sound like some candle scent,” Rurik grumbles as I grin at him.
“I wish they would make your scent one!” I laugh. His cock twitches in my hand at the sound of my laughter. “Then my apartment could smell like you 24/7.”
Rurik’s hip jolts when I swoop down and wrap my mouth around him. I hum deeply, and I feel his dick hardening more at the vibration my throat made. I love the feeling of his smooth skin in my mouth. It feels like soft velvet caressing my lips and tongue. Also, I love the sounds he makes.
This asshole is loud.
I don’t even think he realizes how fucking loud he is. I’m tempted to slam my hand against his mouth to shut him up, but hearing the growls and groans coming out of this uptight asshole is kind of doing something for my ego.
The fingers on my hair tighten as he lets out another one of his panty-dropping sounds.
“Fuck, Briar.” I look up to find him staring at me. He licks his lips and groans again. “I think I prefer your mouth all over my cock then having it speak to me.”
Fucking asshole.
Also, why the hell are my panties wet?
Hell no, I am so not into the degrading kink. I’m going to bite his dick off for saying that type of shit to me.
“You’re like my own personal slut.” He keeps going.
Shit.
He just called me his.
“Oh, fuck… God, yes, Briar!” His hips thrust more erratically into my mouth. “Fuck!”
I pull away for a bit. “I knew you missed —”
Oh, hello, Rurik’s dick again.
“Briar, baby.” Rurik grunts roughly, “I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up and take my cock in your mouth like the good fucking girl I know you truly are.”
There’s that random nickname again. Is it possible for a woman to come with just words?
My jaw fucking hurts, but I don’t stop. I use my hand and start stroking him again, matching the strokes as I continue blowing him.
“Oh, shit, oh god… Briar…Wait.” He gasps, his hands fully messing my hair. “I’m going to come soon…Fuck… Slow down… You can jerk me off… if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
Fuck that.
I keep going, listening to the wanton sounds he’s making. And then, finally, he shoots inside me, and you fucking bet I swallow it all up. Every last warm, salty drop of him.
He continues pumping his hips into my mouth slowly, untangling his hands from my hair and placing them just below my neck, his thumbs now caressing my skin as he weakly groans.
Once I feel his dick softening, I slowly let go of him and wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand, and lick my lips.
“Your cock tastes delectable.”
He stares at me, his cheeks flush red and his eyes bright and hungry. His hand comes up to his chest, hovering above his heart. After a few seconds, he sighs and swallows hard before tucking himself back into his boxers and pants.
He stands up and runs his hands across his head, sighing. He gently pushes me aside and heads to the sink to wash his hands. I follow him and do the same, my eyes never leaving him.
He’s not looking at me.
Why isn”t he looking at me?
He’s hyper-focused on his hands, reapplying soap over and over until his hands become red from all the rubbing and scrubbing. His jaw tightens when I inhale a deep breath, and his brows furrow together when I exhale—his lips purse into a tight line when I clear my throat.
I can”t tear my eyes away from him.
He’s devastatingly beautiful. He reminds me of this big statue I saw as a kid—so tall, majestic, and captivating, yet with a hint of darkness lurking within him. I want to go over the carefully painted layers he’s done on himself and play with the shadows he’s concealing.
Fuck.
I can’t deny it anymore. I’m obsessed with this dick — The man and that huge thing hanging between his legs.
He finally stops washing his hands and dries them with a paper towel. He breathes deeply, his shoulders bunching up with each second he inhales, and then exhales sharply. I stare at the hickey already forming on his neck and grin.
He’s mine. All mine.
I can’t believe he let us do this a second time. I can’t believe he’s not running away again.
Now I can’t believe he chooses this moment to open his big fucking mouth to ruin my mood. “We can’t do this anymore, Briar.”
My grin vanishes. I cross my arms and tilt my head to the side, staring at him. “Did you miss me, Rurik?”
His cheeks flood pink again. “Fuck you, Briar.”
I grin widely again. “I thought you would never ask. When?”
He makes an exasperated sound and throws the paper towel in the trash, glaring at me. “I don’t like you like that, Briar.”
“Not according to what just happened a few minutes ago.”
He scoffs, “I’m a man. My body will react that way with any beautiful woman sucking me off.”
“You still think I’m beautiful?”
Rurik’s eyes flash angrily, but he doesn’t say anything.
“There were plenty of beautiful women in the party, Rurik.” I remind him, “But it’s not them you came hard for.”
“I’m still a virgin,” He reminds me. “I can grab any of those women now and show you how my body responds to them. Maybe I’ll experiment in different types of position or —”
I”m on him before he can finish his sentence. I slam my hand on his mouth, leaning in closer until the tip of our noses touches, and I can see my reflection in those surprised, piercing blue eyes.
“You touch another woman, Rurik,” I whisper, removing my hand from his mouth and leaning in so that my lips barely brush against his with each word I speak. “And you will find her head in a box, wrapped in beautifully decorated paper, with a big shiny bow on top.”
He exhales, and I inhale back, breathing him in. Then, like the vampire I pretend to be, I pull him to me and bite his neck. I”m rewarded with a shiver that vibrates throughout him as I ease his skin with my tongue, then suck on it hard, and then bite.
Bite, suck, and repeat.
“You’re mine, angel,” I whisper, nipping his earlobe.
He swallows hard, his hands moving to my hips. “Piss off, psycho.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his as he leans against the sink. I glance at his face and tease, “Stop talking. You’re making me wet again.”
He lets out a huff, shaking his head.
But I swear…
I seriously thought I saw him smile before he replaced it with a scoff.
I want to open his mouth and pull that beautiful smile back up so I can stare at it more.
“You’re off your rocker, aren’t you?” Rurik sighs, his hands pressed against my lower back as if he’s afraid I’ll pull away at any moment.
Not in his fucking dreams.
He’s such a walking contradiction, my angel.
He says shit that should make me think he hates me, yet he goes and does this. Does he even realize how his eyes keep darting to my mouth every time I smile up at him?
“I’d love to rock you if that’s what you mean.” I tease, kissing the tip of his nose.
His nose wrinkles in disgust, and it makes him look so damn adorable.
“We’re never going to work, Briar.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” His thumbs make their way under my shirt.
“Are you trying to manifest that?”
“What the bloody fuck are you talking about? Manifest what?”
“I’ll take that as a no.” I kiss his cheeks and watch as they turn pink. “So tell me. Did you miss me?”
He inhales deeply, glaring at me.
I raise a brow, waiting.
When he doesn’t say anything, I shrug. “I know society says men shouldn’t talk about their feelings, but that’s bullshit, you know? It’s just me. Just an ordinary woman wanting to know if she’s been missed.”
“I don’t think you should be categorized under ‘ordinary,’ Briar.”
“Oh my god.” I suddenly gasp sharply, one of my hands covering my mouth as I stare at him with wide eyes.
His eyes also grew as his hands tighten around me. He stares at my face with alarm. “What? What is it?”
“You just said I was extraordinary.” I grin stupidly.
He blinks, confusion settling in his features, making him look so fucking adorable I want to squeeze his cheeks.
”No, I didn”t,” he says slowly, as if carefully considering his words.
“You said I’m not considered ordinary.” Kissing his jaw and earning a sharp breath from him. “Which means you think I’m extraordinary.”
Rurik swallows hard. “Are you always this crazy?”
I lick his Adam’s apple because I’m that obsessed with it. “Are you always this romantic?”
He glares, and I teasingly glare back.
“Tell me you missed me, Rurik,” I whisper, playfully tapping the tip of his nose to hide how badly I want to hear him admit it.
Yes, I missed him.
Yes, I want him to admit he missed me too.
And yes, I fucking know he did.
Then, as if he realizes how cute we”re being, his face drains of color, and he mutters a string of curses. His hand drops from my back as if I shocked him and he straightens up, forcing me to back away from him.
“Fuck,” Rurik says under his breath, standing up and pacing between me and the sinks.
Rurik looks like he”s having some intense inner dialogue with himself. He sighs heavily here and there, rubbing his face and running his fingers through his luscious hair.
“I don’t like you, Briar,” he repeats for the 1000th time.
I indulge him anyway. “Not even when I swallowed you whole?”
Rurik”s face flushes crimson once more, his jaw tightly clenched, and a flicker of anger ignites within that captivating gaze.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” He snaps, his eyes wide and wild. He points at the exit door, “Go find another obsession, Briar. I won’t be your next plaything. We may have done some things, but I still don’t want you. You’re just too chaotic, and it’s too much.”
Ah, there you are, asshole. Can’t say I missed you.
Fury and rage surge within me as I fix my gaze on him. My heart races so rapidly that I can feel my body temperature rising and sweat beginning to form. With clenched fists, I struggle to quell the storm of anger raging inside me.
Calm down, girl.
I tuck my hands behind my back, concealing the blood I can feel seeping from my palms where my nails had dug in with force.
Focus on that pain instead.
My nails dig deeper, and the stinging in my palms becomes sharper.
Shit, he’s watching my every move. I clear my throat and offer him a charming smile. ”Be careful, angel. The more you shower me with compliments, the more I might start to believe you actually like me.”
Rurik”s eyes remain fixed on me, unblinking, as his gaze slowly roams from my face down to my arms, then to where my hands are concealed. With a furrowed brow, he returns his attention to my face.
What the fuck is he judging me for now? Did he expect me to explode, throw shit, and hurt him? I could never.
He may be a fucking uptight dick, but he’s my uptight dick.
He lets out a frustrated grunt and walks past me, pausing with his hand on the door handle.
A sudden surge of hopefulness replaces my resentment but quickly diminishes when he opens the door and walks out.
*-*-*-*
As soon as I clean my hands and fix my appearance — My lips are swollen as fuck, and my hair looks like something birds would love to settle in.
In other words, I look like I snuck into my best friend’s bathroom to fuck my lover with my mouth. And it was hella delightful.
Until Rurik ruined it by continuing his push-and-pull game.
“Girl, where the hell were you?”
I blink, clearing my thoughts as I notice Nat staring at me with her arms crossed. She looks at me as if I”m her kid caught eating from the dessert cabinet before dinner—she’s not wrong. She seems disappointed and... amused.
“Bathroom,” I say, totally not lying at all.
“That’s funny,” Nat says, raising a brow. “That’s where Rurik said he was too.”
“Huh,” I say lightly, shrugging as I approach her. “That’s hilarious.”
She rolls her eyes, a knowing smirk on her face.
“Where did he go?” I ask as we both walk to the living room.
I look around and am surprised to see how clean everything looks again and that there”s nobody there.
That was fast.
“We gathered all the trash while you were gone, and Rurik came out and said he had to go,” she explains. He took the trash bags with him and left.”
“Oh,” I grumble.
Did I expect him to be here still so we could talk about what happened? Kind of.
Am I fucking disappointed he ran off again? Hell yes.
“You guys cleaned up fast,” I say, waving my hands around us.
“There’s one more piece of trash left,” Nat sighs, nodding toward a closed door leading to the basement. “I figured you could help us with this.”
Oh.
Right.
The rando.
I inhale deeply, suddenly feeling drained. But Nat and Oscar are my people, my chosen family, so I can never say no to them.
“What is it this time?” I grumble in defeat. I follow Nat down the stairs to find the rando strapped to a chair, still asleep from what I gave him. “What did he do to your dad?”
But Nat shakes her head, glancing at me quickly as Oscar greets us. I playfully stick my tongue out at him as a greeting back.
“Nothing, actually,” Nat says, closing the door behind us.
“He’s, uh,” Oscar looks hesitant for a second before clearing his throat. “He works for Senator Greene.”
My body goes rigid.
Fuck.
Rurik has consumed me so much that I”ve entirely overlooked his idiotic stepfather. That”s not like me—I don”t allow anyone, regardless of who they are, to divert me from my goals.
It”s fucking unfortunate that Rurik is tied to that man, but I can”t afford to let him distract me from pursuing what I need from the senator.