Ryan Rule: New York Ruthless Book 1

Conor drove us back to the apartment in record time, flooring the accelerator every chance he got. We take the elevator to the top floor and step into the hallway and I’m thankful that none of his brothers are around because he presses me against the wall and starts unbuttoning my jeans as soon as we get into the hallway. His warm hands glide over the skin on my stomach and I suck in a deep breath.

“Didn’t you say something about a bed?” I smile.

“Yes,” he growls as he steps back and takes hold of my hand, pulling me along the hallway towards his room. When we reach the door, he pushes me through it and kicks it closed behind us. I turn to face him as I walk backwards towards his enormous bed.

“You are very impatient.” I flash my eyebrows at him.

“Impatient? Me?” he grins. “Oh, Angel. You know you’re going to regret that, don’t you?”

“Really?” I pull my tank top over my head and toss it onto the floor. “We’ll see.”

He crosses the room and pulls me into his arms before I can take another step. “Don’t tease me, Angel. I’ve been playing nice with you today.”

“Then show me naughty.”

“Don’t,” he growls as he runs his teeth along my jaw.

“I can take whatever you can throw at me, Conor. I’m not made of glass.”

He lifts his head and his eyes burn into mine, making the heat sear between my thighs and then something changes in him. The playful grin on his face disappears. The vein throbs in his temple. “Take off your clothes,” he hisses, his breath skittering over my cheeks.

Goosebumps prickle along my forearms, but I unzip my jeans and slide them down my legs, kicking my sneakers and socks off with them when I reach my feet. Standing up tall again, I look up at him as I unhook my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. His eyes drop to my nipples and a low growl rumbles in his throat.

“The panties too,” he snaps.

I swallow hard as I slide the red lace panties down my legs until I’m standing before him, completely naked.

He runs his hands up my arms and then down over my breasts and onto my stomach, sliding one hand between my thighs before bending his head low until his lips are pressed against my neck. “I can smell your cream already, Angel. I can smell it dripping out of you while you stand there waiting for me to fuck you. I’ve waited three long weeks to have you in my bed, and you tell me I have no patience? Maybe I should teach you about patience?”

I shuffle from one foot to the other as he starts to trail soft kisses along my neck. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and the soft leather sliding against the fabric as he pulls it off makes me squirm in anticipation.

“Hold out your hands,” he orders.

I hesitate for a moment, until I remember that I asked for this. I want to see the real Conor, not the mask he wears to protect himself.

As I hold out my hands for him, the excitement ripples through my body, and I watch as he loops the belt around them, pulling the leather so tight that it pinches my skin. But I don’t flinch. I’ve experienced so much pain that sometimes it feels like I’m almost immune to it. Certainly, I have perfected the art of masking it, at least.

 Conor tugs on the belt and leads me to the bed. “Lie down,” he snaps, and I do as he tells me. He tugs my arms above my head and ties the end of the belt to one of the metal spindles of his bed-frame. Then he stands up and looks down at me, licking his lips. “Patience?” he growls.

I feel a flash of panic, but I swallow it down. Surely, he’s not going to leave me here naked and tied up? But then he starts to undress, and the relief washes over me. When he is naked too, he crawls onto the bed, trailing soft kisses up from my ankles to my inner thighs. He blows a cold stream of air over my folds and I lift my hips up to his face.

“Conor,” I pant.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he trails kisses over my stomach, up towards my breasts, before sucking one of my hard nipples into his hot mouth. He nips me gently, and I feel the rush of heat between my thighs. One of his hands wraps around my throat as the other one slides up my inner thigh, so close to where I ache to feel him, but stopping before he reaches that spot.

“Please?” I breathe.

He pushes himself up and sits back on his haunches, before grabbing my hips and flipping me over like I’m a rag doll, until I’m lying on my front and my wrists are bound even tighter to the bed. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up until I’m on my knees with my ass in the air and my head pressed against the pillow. I arch my back in pleasure as he runs a warm hand up my thigh, making me purr with anticipation. Then his hand disappears, and without warning, he brings it down on my ass.

Smack.

I don’t flinch.

Smack! Smack!

This time I groan, but only in pleasure.

“You like having your ass spanked, Angel?” he growls.

“By you I do, yeah,” I giggle, and he sucks in a deep breath.

He leans over me, pressing his lips against my ear. “If you’re laughing, clearly I am not doing this hard enough.”

“Oh, you are. In fact, I think you might have bruised my poor ass with that last one.”

He leans back and rubs over the burning skin on my ass. “No. Not yet,” he growls, but he doesn’t spank me again. Instead, he slides one of his fingers into my wet channel before spreading my ass cheeks apart. He takes the same finger and slides it over the puckered hole before slowly pushing the tip inside.

“Oh, fuck! Conor!” I gasp.

He pushes two fingers inside my pussy at the same time he slides his finger all the way into my ass and I moan out loud. He moves them slowly in and out until I’m bucking against his fingers. As I draw closer to the edge, he pulls out of me and I cry out in frustration. I look behind me to find out what he’s doing but I’m bound so closely to the bed, I can’t quite see him. I close my eyes and feel him instead. His hands on my knees, pulling my legs wider apart. His warm breath on my thighs. Followed by his tongue, his delicious tongue, licking the length of my folds.

“Fuck!” he growls against me and the vibrations go directly to my clit. “You taste so fucking good, Angel.”

His fingers dip inside me again and my walls squeeze around him, trying to pull him in deeper and keep him there. A few seconds later, he pulls out again. I don’t know how much longer this goes on for; him taunting my pussy and my ass with his fingers and his mouth.

“Conor! Please!” I cry out when I can’t take his maddening teasing any longer.

“What do you want, Angel?” he growls. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me!” I’m almost crying in desperation. “Please, just fuck me.”

He doesn’t. He leans over me and unties my hands before pushing himself back onto his knees. I pull my hands free and rub the skin on my wrists before turning over until I’m lying on my back, looking up at him. Have I completely screwed this up? And if so, how?

He gets up from the bed and turns on a lamp on the nightstand and I realize it’s almost dusk outside. My insides feel like they have turned to liquid as I lie there, my legs shaking from the many orgasms he almost gave me. His body is covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I stare at him. From his thick shoulders and bulging biceps, to his chiseled abs and thick thighs. Not to mention the incredibly impressive erection he’s sporting.

“You are freaking beautiful,” I say and then I blush, realizing I’ve said that out loud when I meant to only think it.

He doesn’t reply anyway; he crawls back onto the bed and nestles himself between my thighs until his hard length is nudging at my opening. “Wrap your legs around me, Angel,” he growls.

I do as he tells me and shudder as he slides himself into me, filling me so completely that it almost makes me want to cry. “You feel that, Angel?” he growls. “Your pussy is fucking made for me. You fit me like a fucking glove.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He fucks me slowly and I rake my nails down his back as I feel every bit of him pumping in and out of me.

“You feel so fucking good, Jessie. I’m going to fuck you all night long, Angel, because this pussy is so damn sweet.”

The tears roll down my cheeks as he slides himself into me over and over again, pushing against the spot deep inside me that makes my insides melt like warm butter. He seals his mouth over mine as he fucks me to a long, intense orgasm that almost makes me pass out. As I release a torrent of wet heat, he sinks his teeth into my neck and drives into me until he finds his own release.

I’m still trembling when he rolls onto his back and pulls me into his arms. “I don’t think I have ever fucked anyone like that before, Jessie,” he pants.

I place my hand on his chest, right over his heart, where it pounds beneath my fingers. “Like what?”

“Like that. Slow. Soft. With my tongue in your mouth when we both come. Fuck, Jessie! What are you doing to me?”

I snuggle closer to him, draping my leg over his. “What happened to that animal you told me about?”

“I think you tamed him, Angel,” he laughs softly.

“Well, it was amazing.”

He hugs me tighter. “Hmm. Amazing.”