Chapter 57
Chapter 57
ISIDORA
The fitting room looked half abandoned, like nobody ever came back here to try anything on.
45 voor
All of a sudden I started feeling nervous, but I didn’t back down… and even if I’d wanted to, with that huge shadow practically stalking my back, there was no way I could’ve taken a step away.
There were three stalls total, and before I could choose the one closest to the door, Blaze stepped past me and went straight for the last one.
He was carrying the basket full of clothes, and he pulled the curtain shut behind him as he stepped inside.
Curious, I followed him with my eyes. The stall was barely big enough for two people. With his thick body and my curves, if we both went in at the same time, we’d be damn near skin to skin…
“What filthy shit are you thinking. Isidora?” I muttered under my breath, then huffed and yanked the curtain shut in his face.
“Get changed. I’ll wait out here,” I told him like an idiot, even though I could already see the bad intentions in his eyes.
Or maybe those were mine.
Maybe I was the one being filthy.
“Stop overthinking everything,” I scolded myself and went to sit on the very comfortable couch they’d left there for waiting. They’d even set some books beside it. How considerate.
Less than two minutes later, I heard a loud crash inside, followed by a low, strained grunt.
“Blaze? Are you okay?”
I got up and walked toward the stall just as the curtain was jerked open.
My breath snagged hard in my throat.
There he was… in those tight drawers, and Goddess… that huge cock of his showed right through the fabric.
“I told you they were too tight,” he said in that rough voice of his, breathing a little hard.
He’d taken off the muzzle, so his mouth and jaw were bare now.
“Especially this part, my Lady.”
His rough hand slid over the bulge straining against the fabric, stroking himself as he got even harder under it.
“I… I think if it were a normal size, they’d fit you just fine…” I said, feeling my own desire rise fast. Suddenly it was way too hot in there.
“I’m hot… something’s affecting me…”
The second he said that and leaned back against the wall a little, the haze of lust in my head cracked. I smelled it too. Something thick and sharp spreading through the air.
Then I lowered my eyes to the mess of clothes all over the floor.

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