DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Ryan Rule: Chapter 17
I wrench my lips from Conor’s as my legs tremble and the last waves of my orgasm roll through my body.
“Fuck, Angel,” he hisses as he presses his forehead against mine. “Your pussy should come with a health warning.”
I don’t have time to reply because we’re interrupted by a knock at the changing room door. His head turns towards the noise, and he frowns. “Give us five minutes,” he shouts. “And we’ll be taking everything.”
“Everything? I don’t need this many clothes, Conor.”
He pulls out of me, letting my feet drop to the floor until I’m standing against the mirror. “They all looked good on you. You should have them,” he says as he steps back from me and starts fastening his pants and belt. “Now, get dressed.”
My hands drop to my side and there is an unexpected lump in my throat at the coldness of his tone after what we’ve just shared. But then he looks up at me, his eyes burning into mine as he frowns again before lifting his hand to my face and running a finger along my cheekbone. “I need to get you home, so I can take you to bed and fuck you properly, Angel,” he growls. “So, move your ass. Now!”
I bite back a smile and stoop to pick up the red panties from the floor.
“Actually, I don’t think we should take them,” Conor says with a grin as he snatches them from my hand. “I’ll tell Callie to put them back in the store.”
“Conor!” I gasp as I reach out to snatch them back. “Of all the things we can ask her to put back, those panties are not among them.”
“Why?” he grins at me as he holds them out of reach.
“You know why!” I glare at him. “Now hand them over.”
He holds them to his face and inhales deeply. “On second thoughts. I’m not sure I want random strangers smelling your cream,” he laughs as he hands them back to me.
“You have a filthy mind.” I flash my eyebrows at him as I begin to dress.
“Says the woman who has been fucked by me and my two brothers in less than twenty-four hours.” He flashes an eyebrow right back and I can’t help but blush.
“You make that sound really bad,” I whisper.
He steps closer to me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s not, Angel. It’s fucking hot! Now get your damn clothes on or I’ll carry you out of here in that bra and panties.”