Rose Johnson Kapoor He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he failed to understand was that I'm more than just the lioness—I'm a rose with thorns-who'll bring him to his knees. Ryan Johnson walked away, left without a second glance shattering my heart and left me bleeding. But I’m done waiting. Done crying for someone who easily discarded me. I’ve crossed oceans to claim what’s mine and make him suffer. He'd forced me to submit—to bend, to surrender. But this time, he’ll be kneeling and begging. What he doesn’t know, that I’m not just here to ruin him—I’m here to own him. To carve my name into his world the way he once carved himself into my soul. He'll feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he'll beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape-a truth, I refuse to face. A question-For how long I'll be able to hold on to my hate-or-the secret I'm hiding. Especially when he shows the side of him that I'd never seen before. ____ Ryan Johnson I knew she’d come. My lioness never accepts defeat. I thought leaving was right, but all I did was destroy the only thing that mattered. Now, she’s here. And she wants war. She wants me to suffer, to pay. What she doesn’t realize is, I already have. I’ve been on my knees for her since the day I walked away. But she won’t break me. If she wants a fight, I’ll give her one. Because I don’t just want her rage—I want all of her. Yet, as I pull her back into my world, something lurks in the shadows-A threat we've to fight.
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Respect the author's hard work and creativity. Support the author by purchasing an authorized copy. Thank you for reading. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Please take the warning seriously. This story is not about your everyday romance. This is extremely DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects, this may not be a good book to read for you. With sèxual violence and abuse triggers, it is for people above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a Hero. Ryan Johnson is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. IT CONTAINS THEMES THAT MIGHT BE UNCOMFÔRTABLE FOR SOME. THE HERO IS A Dominant, Controlling and OTT ALPHAHOLE AND HAS VERY QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER. HE IS NOT GRAY, HE IS DARK GRAY! But you know, how we love to hate them!!!! ____ ABOUT THE BOOK: --------------------- Rose Johnson Kapoor --------------------- He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he didn't understand was the power and strength I hold in my heart. Ryan Johnson walked away, leaving me with nothing but a shattered heart, a precious gift and a future he never even gave a chance to. But now? I'm done waiting. I've come across oceans to take back what's mine. To make him pay. He forced me to my knees once --to submit, to surrender- but this time, he will be the one kneeling. He will feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he will beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape. A truth I've buried so deep even I refuse to face it. Because love isn't just about winning-it's about losing too. No matter how much I try to hate him, my love persists, my heart beats alive whenever he's close. And I don't know if I'll be able to hold on to my hate or the secret I am hiding for much long. Not when he shows me the side of him that I had never seen before. -------------- Ryan Johnson -------------- I knew she would come for me. My lioness was never one to sit back and take defeat. I left her once, thinking that I was doing the right thing. Thinking she was better off without me. But all I did was break her. And in the process, I shattered myself. Now, she's here. Not as the girl I left behind, but as the woman who carries my name, my fire, and-God help me-my sanity. She wants to make me suffer. To bring me to my knees. What she doesn't realize is, I've been on my knees for her since the moment I walked away. I'll take her wrath, her fury, every ounce of vengeance she throws my way- if it means I get to see the love in her eyes once again. If it means I can hold her once more. But just having her is not enough. I need all of her. In the past, it was her body I wanted to rule, to own. But now? I want her heart. Her soul. And if she resists, if she pushes me away, I'1l have no choice but to remind her who I am. Yet, as I make her mine, another battle waits in the shadows. There's a storm brewing in my world, a danger circling the people I love. And if I don't stop it in time, I could lose everything before I even have the chance to claim her again. And that? That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------ When you taste betrayal in childhood, it never leaves you. My own mother taught me the most valuable lesson: trust no one, and money is the only thing that matters. I became the man my father never was- Ruthless and heartless. As one of the most sought-after billionaires, I'm accustomed to having my demands met even before I voice them. Money has its perks and I understand my mother's hunger for it. The moment I stepped in India, I knew I needed to leave, but fate had other plans. It led me to Rose Kapoor - captivating and defiant. The one woman who refused to bow to me, regardless of my status. When she dared to slap me and insult me in public, my need for revenge ignited. I promised myself I wouldn't leave this country until she begged for my mercy. She's a lioness, fierce and untamable. She thought loyalty and submission couldn't be bought. How naive she was. She didn't know that I would not only buy her submission- I would break her, ruin her, and bend her to my will until she begs for mercy. ------ ROSE ------ Beautiful, smart and loyal to her loved ones. Rose Kapoor will do anything for her family that gave her a life she has today. She only wanted this job to be independent and be able to live her life on her own terms for once. Instead, she met Ryan Johnson-a beautiful, arrogant bastárd who ruined her interview and insulted her like she was a nuisance. When she discovered he was her new boss, she tried to leave, but he blackmailed her into staying. Cold-hearted and ruthless to his core, her boss: Ryan Johnson, demanded more than an apology; he wanted her total submission or else her family will face his icy wrath. Trapped and desperate to save the only family she knew, she agreed to his terms, unaware of the dark depths of his demands. As she innocently resisted his control and tried to understand what kind of submission he was demanding, she found herself drawn into a dangerous game where not only her body but her heart-and soul- were at stake. TAGS: #enemiestolover #boss #secretary #officeromance #b.d.s.m #dominant #controlling #dark #drama #jealous #billionaire #blackmail ____ A. GUPTAROSE As we stood there hugging each other, I couldn’t stop the question burning in my mind. And despite my efforts it came out sharp and cold. “Who was she?” His hand stopped for brief second as he said, “She was no one.” “How come she was trying to kiss you?” “Rose, I told you—” “No. That’s the problem, Ryan, you’re not telling me anything.” He stepped away from me then. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought that he was going to abandon this conversation and was leaving. But instead, he crouched down on his knees and picked up the panties. Taking my foot, one by one, he tugged the panties up on my thighs. “Come on.” His hand around my waist tugged me down from the table, helping me to stand. Helping me into the panties, properly settling them around my hips. Then, he helped into the dress, his hands gentle. After that he did something that even if I wanted to stay mad at him, I couldn’t. With both hands, he swept away my hair back from where they were sticking to my forehe
ROSE “That’s a ball gag, to stop you from speaking. So, no one hears you while I fuck you against this table where just after a few minutes people will come to dine, not knowing that the newly weds just fucked all over it.” I felt my thighs clenching and my already stimulated pussy getting wetter than before. “Aaii… hate oouu…” I grumbled behind the ball gag as I felt his thick hard cock nudging against my folds. “But... I do love you, lioness.” He thrust into me with that declaration, with enough force that it inched me up on the table. But what shattered me into million pieces were his words. He had showed me the meaning of those words, his eyes had said those very words, but except that one time in the dark hospital bathroom he hadn’t voiced those words to me till now. And, I wanted to hear them again and again. I moaned, loudly, not caring about the guests milling just behind those windows. Not caring that if anyone pressed into the window pane to peer inside they would
ROSE I walked out of the bathroom with Meghan, talking. She was telling me about her nine year old son and his daily fights in the school. I was laughing at a particular story where Meghan’s son’s classmate had tricked him to go into a girl’s washroom, and that’s how Mr. Walkers had found us. “Oh, there you are… I have been searching for you…” He said, his arms opening wide as he came forward. Oh my god! Is he going to hug me now? As he neared my lips parted to object but I ended up squealing as I was pulled sideways into a hard chest. Two arms came around me from behind, pressing my back into a familiar muscular chest. I watched as Mr. Walkers stopped short in front of us. His green eyes looking at us, from where Ryan was holding me from the waist, to me and then to Ryan. There was a slight smile playing along his lips. “Walters.” Ryan extended his hand in a greeting. Suddenly, I felt like I was standing between two wild animals who were just ready to fight for a piece of
RYANI watched her like a hawk as she glided across the hall with my grandmother, head held high like a queen who didn’t have to beg for respect, it simply followed her.Every strain in her posture, every subtle parting of her lips when she took in a shaky breath, I noticed. My little gift was doing its job, no doubt. The thought of what she’d say about the other one, still sitting heavy in my pocket, made my lips twitch into a smirk.But I wasn’t the only one who had given tonight. She had, too. My eyes fell to my hand, to the simple gold band circling my finger. A band she had given me. Her way of staking her claim. My wife. My lioness.The memory of that limo ride came crashing back, vivid enough to make my cock twitch.When we’d first stepped in, she had looked around with wide eyes. “Oh my god, you own a limo!” Then, turning those green eyes on me, she blurted, “You are seriously richer than I thought.”I had chuckled. “Did you doubt that?”She’d wrinkled her nose, biting her lip
ROSE The ballroom fell silent the second we appeared at the top of the stairs. Hundreds of eyes turned our way, and I felt the weight of every single one of them pressing down on me. I had known Ryan’s world was different from mine. But knowing it and living it, standing here as the center of attention, were not the same. Outside, the limo had barely stopped before the media descended, a sea of flashes and voices. Reporters shouting questions. Paparazzi pushing forward like vultures. Ryan, calm and immovable, had only answered what he deemed worthy, his arm wrapped around me like a shield. Then, before we entered the venue, he had turned, his voice steady and proud as he told them, “Yes. She’s my wife. Mrs. Rose Ryan Johnson.” Even though I wore his ring, even though I had already vowed myself to him, hearing him claim me in public like that… it had lit something inside me. A warmth. A thrill. The kind every girl dreams about, her man declaring to the world that she is his.
RYANRose opened the door.And I forgot how to breathe.By God… she was fucking exquisite. My wife.The dress I had chosen for her looked as if it had been sewn onto her skin, hugging every curve like a second soul. She was temptation made flesh, framed in silk and shadow.Her perfume drifted into me, roses and... strawberries. Not so vanilla after all, my lioness.“You look handsome…” Her voice was low, sultry, almost a purr as her hand curled over the lapel of my jacket.“Do I?” I asked. I had dressed deliberately in a charcoal grey suit, a white shirt beneath, the green pocket square chosen only because it matched her eyes. But the way she looked at me, I knew she saw through the fabric, straight into the hunger I carried for her.“Mmm… very.” She leaned in, brushing her cheek against mine.My arm locked around her waist, dragging her into me. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Wife.”Her lips curved. “Thank you for the dress…”I dipped my head to kiss her, but she turned her face
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