Page 34 of Resisting Rory

After fifteen minutes or so of learning about some of the hottest new restaurants in town, I come to a review of the first club I designed for Andrew.

“Hey, look.” I hold the magazine up to show Rory. “There’s a piece about Sadie’s West 55 in here. They loved it.”

“Of course they did,” Rory says. “You did an amazing job on the design.”

“You designed Sadies?” I glance up as Rachel speaks. I hadn’t noticed her returning to us. “I’ve tried to get in there, but it’s impossible.”

“What have you got for us?” Rory asks impatiently. I’ll bet he thought she was angling for us to get her entry to the club.

Rachel clears her throat as her cheeks redden. “I have several options for Mrs. Donovan to try.” She turns to me. “Please follow me to your private dressing room.”

She leads the way into a room with a sofa, a table with a couple of glasses and two bottles of water on it, and a changing area, separated by a curtain.

Rory takes a seat on the sofa and Rachel shows me the various items of clothing she’s picked out. Everything is so pretty.

“Try that green dress first,” Rory says.

Rachel takes it off the rack and hands it to me. As I step into the changing area, I hear Rory dismissing her.

I slip off my own clothes and pull the dress on over my head. It’s stunning. I love the way it hugs my waistline and then flares out over my hips. It gives me a more impressive ass than the one I have.

When I step out to show Rory, he nods.

“That’s perfect for a family dinner.”

Well, that was easy. I gesture toward the rack of clothing. “Should I try anything else on?”

“Aye, that cream one.”

I grab it off the rail and take it into the changing area. I’ve no sooner got it on, than Rory opens the curtain and crowds into my space.

“What do you think of this one?” I ask. “I like it too.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the dress.”

His intent is clear in the dark gleam in his eye. I put my hand on his chest and try to shove him away but, of course, he’s immovable.

“Rory,” I warn. “We can’t have sex in here. It’s tacky.”

“Who said anything about sex?”

He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, plastering me against the wall. He hikes my skirt up and rips my white lace panties right off me.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Immediately, wetness pools between my legs. I wiggle my hips impatiently as Rory unbuckles his belt, lowers his pants, and pulls down his boxer shorts.

Already fully erect, he positions himself behind me and kicks my feet apart. He pulls my hips back until I’m just where he wants me. His hand slaps across my mouth as he leans forward to whisper in my ear.

“You’re mine, Eleanor. Wherever, whenever I want you, you are mine.”

That should not turn me on, but it does. My clit throbs as excitement courses through my veins.

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur my agreement behind his hand.

He pumps his hips forcefully, pushing me up onto my toes. This isn’t going to be gentle. He fucks me with ruthless determination, smothering my moans with his hand.

“This is for me,” he says. “You don’t get to come.”

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