All Chapters of My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ROSE “What would you like me to do to you?” The only sign that I was affecting him was the tension rippling through his muscles while his face remained maddeningly calm, his hands just grazing my waist in slow, deliberate caresses. “Whatever you want, wife,” he murmured. Testing him, I circled a fingertip over one flat nipple. His fingers flexed slightly against me, but he didn’t grip me like he usually would. “Brace yourself, husband,” I warned with a sly smile as I leaned down. “Do whatever you can, wife.” The words were pure provocation. I closed my lips over his nipple, teasing it with my tongue and then let it pop out of my mouth. “How does that feel?” I asked, catching the faint flush creeping over his cheekbones. I spread the wetness with a lazy swirl of my tongue, then blew on it lightly. “It’s… educating,” he said evenly, though his voice was lower now. “Educating?” I teased. “I’ve never felt that before,” he admitted, his gaze locking on mine.

ROSE “Gavin!!” I exclaimed as I came out of the hotel and spotted him standing outside by the Audi. “Rose…” He greeted back as I neared him and hugged him. Patting my back, he chuckled when I kissed his cheek. “You really didn't have to come, I told the same to Ryan,” I said as he gestured for me to sit in the car. “It’s better that I’d drive around New York with a beautiful lady than a lovesick puppy.” Gavin rounded the car and sat in the driver seat. When he was settled, I asked, “Did you really just referred to Ryan as lovesick puppy?” I was unable to control the smile that stretched across my face. “Sure did.” We both laughed as he drove into the early noon traffic. I would've liked to go out on my own, that’s why I had declined Michael’s offer to take me to the restaurant where I was meeting Winter for the brunch. But I guess, I wasn’t too keen on going about myself just yet as I was thankful for Ryan that he sent Gavin. Speaking of which… I took out my phone fro

ROSEI went to use the washroom and when I came back, I found her gone. It was like she was a fairy who only appeared when I was alone.Shaking my head, I returned to the table, and a minute later Winter came rushing through the restaurant door, breathless, apologizing for being late. I told her it was all right.After that we spent nearly an hour talking, trading the little details of our lives as we ate.“So, tell me, how did he propose?” Winter asked.“Propose?” I echoed.“You’re married. He must’ve asked you. How did he do it?”Of course, I’d understood her the first time. But still, I smiled faintly. “That question tells me you really don’t know your boss and my husband.”She gave me a look, brows lifted, waiting.Chuckling, I said, “It pains me to break whatever fantasy you’ve conjured, but my dear husband never proposed to me. He didn’t ask.”“Then—”“How?” I finished for her. She nodded eagerly.“We said our vows. And afterward… we consummated them. When I woke the next mornin

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.

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