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9. Property of Mr Ryan Johnson
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My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 61. I Love You
ROSE 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
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 60. You Burn Me
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
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 59. Hiding your Affairs?
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
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 58. I own you too
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
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 57. Overwhelmed?
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.
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 56. Was that thirty or thirty one?
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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