ROSE When Ryan left the apartment to go back to his own, leaving me alone, I felt bereft as if something of very significant was taken away from me, but thanks to my best friend, my phone rang and brought me back from the state of melancholy. “Hello.” “Did you forget about our little get together?” Natasha asked me, her voice accusing. “No.” I lied. I totally had forgotten about her with all the things going on. “Liar.” She knew me to well. “So where am I coming? Send me the address.” “Well..” I paused, nervous about telling her. “I’m texting you the address, okay?” “Why can’t you tell me? Are you living somewhere worse than where we lived before?” She sounded worried and I felt like a total ass for hiding it from her. “Oh, no, no.. check the address.” I blurted out, hurriedly, or else she will start reciting the list of safety rules. There was a pause before I heard her shocked gasp and then Natasha stuttered. “What? How? It's fucking one of the high-end residentia
ROSE I didn’t sleep well the night before, and the night before that, tossing and turning, I spent the major part of the nights thinking alternatively about the sexy devil and then thinking about my friend/brother who was in danger. And, now I was paying for it, my eyes were drooping and my body wanted a soft surface to lie down on. “Hey, beautiful.” Shiva strolled to my desk during lunch. “Hi,” I replied back with a warm smile. Since I had started working here Shiva and Monica had become my best office buddies, they delivered me all types of gossips from all the departments and I provided them with Sexy-Devil tour guide. It was well developed relationship we had going on here. “So, what are you doing tonight?” Shiva asked, his gaze surreptitiously travelling to Ryan’s cabin. “I think I’ll just crash in my bed with lots of calories, aka chocolates and ice cream.” I said impishly. And, added for him, “He’s on a conference call.” After that revelation Shiva visibly relaxed a
ROSE Michael was really a sweet man, and it didn't hurt that he was equally handsome and sexy. He directed us towards a comfortable booth and assigned a waiter for us. For a while, he spent his time with us and made small talk to the three of us. But more than often I found him looking at me and I wasn’t the only one who noticed that as Monica gave me several side-glances, smirking all the time.When Michael talked to me, I felt seen as unlike just asking about my job, he actually wanted to know more about me. We talked for awhile during which he asked me about my interest, my college, my family. And, in return he told me about his experiences with his club. My phone buzzed and I excused myself to check it. I smiled as I pulled my phone out and found Natasha’s smiling face staring back at me. I answered the call and informed her where to find us. When I turned around, I found Michael standing just behind me and we were almost chest to chest. I laughed as I met his gaze, nervou
ROSE I looked back to my friends as my call with Aditya ended, they were all sitting and talking but Natasha glanced up and asked, “Where are you going?” I waved my phone, telling her, “There’s a network problem here. I’ll come back.” The hallway was quite as I turned to the right of the dance floor, all the noise and music quieted down as I moved deeper into the hallway. “Adi…” I called out, stopping when I heard the door close shut on the other end of the hallway. I was about to turn around, thinking maybe I’d taken the wrong turn when I was pulled so forcefully into a hard body, a fearful gasp left my lips. Two hands clamped down around my waist, trapping me. “Oh, Rosie-Rose, I missed you.” Adi hugged me tight, and I deflated in relief as I realised it was him. “What the hell, Adi? You scared me.” I stepped away from him, feeling irritated, and not liking the way his hand was still clamped around my waist. “You didn’t call me. Don’t you even care about me, Rosie?” His to
RYAN I stalked out of her bedroom slamming the door behind me. I was fuming mad, the image of those two fucking bastards kissing her was playing on a reel in my mind. My body hummed and hands itched to go back there and beat the shit out of the man that I once called a friend. And, to just end the life of the bastard who dared to touch her and kiss her. I had spent fifty crores on her but I know that she was much more worth than the total money owned by every fucking man on the earth. For me she was becoming an only one, and that terrified me to no end. As I stood their in front of the floor to ceiling windows, fuming with anger, my body and my mind still screamed at me to lock her down so no one will be able to look and touch her. I was so fucking hard that my cock was on the verge of breaking through the zipper of my pants. Seeing her without panties, all that bare, softest and pinkest pussy I had every seen on display for me, had me on the verge of slamming into her without
RYAN “I am going to fuck your face.” I said to her, my fingers pulling her hair tightly. I saw her grimace in pain but I didn’t relent. The next word from her lips, surprised me. It baffled me. “Yes!” Her voice was husky. Her eyes were almost pleading filled with lust for me to ravish her, to take her innocence and make it mine. And, I did fuck her face. I fucked her hard. There was no beginning, middle or end. There was no initiating her like I did the first time, it was fast, without any care. I bottomed out in her throat. Her throat muscles contracting against the head of my cock. Tears started to leak from her eyes, but she didn’t stop me. And, neither did I. I saw her hand disappearing between her legs, she was as aroused as I was. She was fucking enjoying it. Damn, this woman would kill me if I didn’t take charge of the situation. Her breathing turned ragged, cheeks turned pink and sweat dotted her forehead. Her blue-green eyes almost looked black as she gazed at m
RYAN I never thought that the day would come when I would chase a woman. But here I was trying to control the urge to destroy everything in my way as I stood there, breathing hard, in the lobby of the apartment building. My heart was beating too fast, my hands were itching to do something and my leg tapped a rhythm on the floor as I looked for her. But she was not here. One of the two men I had hired came back from outside, shaking his head he said, “Sorry sir, there is no sign of Miss Kapoor. No one has seen her.” “Maybe you should let her be. Give her some space,” Gavin said from behind me. But I shot a look in his direction, I knew what he was saying and I understood it. She obviously needed sometime but the situation with her so-called brother was not good. I didn’t want to take any chances when that bastard was on the loose. There was this nagging feeling inside me that demanded to know where she was and how she was, if she was okay or not. The other shorter and bulky
ROSE I had to get out of here. My eyes stung with the tears for the boy I used to know, the boy I’d called brother and grew up with was no longer here in this man. This man was obsessed with the idea of me being his. I was naïve when it comes to certain things but not foolish. I knew I had to get away, to run from him before he took me to wherever he thought we were going. Because once he took me out of this city no one would be able to find me, I was certain of that. “My head hurts, Adi.” I said as softly as I could. He looked at me, his eyes assessing, then his gaze turned to those soft brown that I always loved, caring and worried. “Those fuckers hit you, did they??” He hugged me to him and I almost checked my reflex to push him away. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you. Always.” “Can you bring me a glass of water? I’m so thirsty...” I put a little whine in my voice to let him know that I was being placid. “Yeah, sure.” He patted my cheek the way he used to when we were
The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have dreamed of since childhood. He is ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of my faith. He says that I belong to him, that he owns me. A
THREE WEEKS AFTER HE LEFT…. ROSE For the second time I woke up in the darkened hospital room, this time alone. As I looked through my blurry eyes, I realised that it was the same room and same hospital in which I had woken up seven days after he disappeared from my life. I blinked a few more times thinking why I couldn’t see properly and realised a moment later when I felt the wet trails on my temple. Fuck! What was wrong with me? I was a crying mess and I was tired of crying! I just wanted to feel nothing. It was too damn much. I couldn’t stop this churning in my stomach. I couldn’t understand what I had become. I wasn’t this person. I couldn’t even imagine how I had come to this. No one would believe me if I told them that I was the same woman who had been kidnapped and suffered near rape. And still managed to live on.But, here I was, a hollow shell of a person I once was. I felt sorry for the woman I was, a woman who knew how to fight, who was stronger than I was now but n
ROSE I woke up to the sun shining from the window. The room still smelled of Ryan. The sheets smelled of us. And I smiled as I remembered last night. God, I had confessed my love for him. He had made such beautiful promises to me. He’d made vows to me. He loved me. He didn’t say it in words but it was in his vows. I looked at the time, it showed seven forty in the morning which means he’d still be here in the apartment. When I flipped the covers off my body, my eyes stayed as wide as saucers. What the fuck!! I wanted to laugh… and get angry at him. He had covered my body from my neck to my inner calves in bite marks. There were finger marks on my skin and bruises like I had been in a wrestling match. I jumped out of the bed, meaning to confront him but then I remembered more of the last night. “Fuck!” I groaned, slumping down on the bed as I hid my face behind my hands.How would I face him? Damn it… what the hell he had done to me last night.. it was out of the world, it
RYAN I remembered her words from the day I had blackmailed her, like it was said just yesterday. "Mr. R.k., I promise you, you'll regret the day you met me, the same way I do. I'll make you hate yourself for doing this to me. As much as I hate you." She fucking did it. Not the hate part. No, I didn’t hate myself for all the things that I did to her. I didn’t hate myself for the road I had taken to get her. But, I sure hated myself for what I was feeling for her. I hated myself for giving her the one thing that I hadn’t possessed, of which only part was safe with someone I loved more than my life, but now this woman, my lioness, had it in her hands and she didn’t even have any idea about it. Not knowing when and how, I had given her my heart and now I hated myself for it. She was right, and her promise was not in vain as I sure fucking regret the day I met her. Because if I hadn’t met her then I wouldn’t be here at three in the morning sitting beside the bed and gazing down
ROSE By the time we parted and ended the kiss we were both out of breath, huffing and puffing. And smiling like loons in each other’s faces, we didn’t care that we both were drenched to the bones from the rain beating down on us. “Rose….” The serious expression on his face and a guarded look in his eyes brought me crashing down on the surface. I was wary as I asked, “What?” He must have sensed my uneasiness because his hands cradled my face from both sides and his lips tilted at the corner as he said, “I didn’t have any idea that I’d say this but… I’m sorry, Rose, for hurting you…” Tears spilled and mixed with the rain water on my face as my smile widened and I said, playfully, knowing he wouldn’t do it. “If you want my forgiveness then do it properly, Mr. Ryan K. Johnson.” He raised his perfect dark brow at me in question and I smirked, saying, “In my country you’ve to go down on your knees and hold your ears then ask for my forgiveness.” I waggled my brows at him. And,
ROSE I didn’t want to talk to him. I hadn’t spoken to him since the day I slapped him. Although every night he fûcked me like he hated me, he never touched me, I never allowed it. The one time when he had whispered in my ear, a very hoarse and painful, “My lioness.” Instead of crying like I’d wanted to, I had turned away from him and dutifully like a toy he bought for fucking, I was on my knees facing away from him to finish what he had begun. With every thrust and every light caress on my back I knew that he regretted what he had done to us, but I didn’t give him reprieve from the guilt he must have been feeling. Because, I was hurt. I was devastated for what his words had done to me. I was heartbroken because somewhere deep down I knew his feelings and his emotions for me didn’t run that much deeper as mine did for him. When he had tried to kiss me, I had simply turned my face away leaving his lips grazing my cheek. I wasn’t trying to be defiant, I just didn’t have it in me t
ROSE I waited. I waited some more. He didn’t come. And, I realised that despite me not wanting to be one, I seriously became a pathetic wife of a fourth grade movie. The last I checked the time before my body gave up on me and my eyes closed on their own accord, the clock showed 1:20 in the morning. The sleep didn’t come easy, even when my body was exhausted. The scene I had watched on the local news kept running through my mind. He’d changed his clothes, obviously in the office. In black form fitting three piece suit showing his muscular arms and strong thighs with those broad shoulders he stared into the camera like someone had given him the sour lemon to suck on. But, I didn’t see the reason of his disappointment other than the lack of privacy because that stick thin bitch who I’d seen him with in the restaurant last time I’d the unfortunate luck to find them together, was glued to his side like a jock. In one of the picture, she posed with her arms around his neck
RYAN I was on my desk, still thinking about last night when Rose had kissed me all over my face and body as if apologizing for my crappy childhood where my parents didn't love me. And it felt good. My mind was also filled with the conversations I had this morning on the phone with her, when Rose had knocked on my office door. “Come in.” I had caught the eye roll she did before she could hid it from me. “Are you rolling your eyes at me, Miss Kapoor?” “No.” She answered immediately, her face pink. “I wasn't.” She shook her head for good measure. I only lifted my eyebrow at her, a smirk on my lips. “I just wanted to ask, when are we leaving?” “Come here.” I said. She looked at me then back at the door, a contemplative expression on her face. I pushed the button to lock the door. Rose came forward, a little unsure and a little excited. She loved my games as much as I loved playing them. She stood in front of me on the other side of the desk. I pushed my chair back and patted t
RYAN “I will be there,” I said into my phone, pacing around my office. My fingers beating an erratic rhythm on my thigh. “But, I miss you.” Came the softly spoken words. “I miss you, too.” I replied, closing my eyes and dragging a hand on my face. “Please, come soon…” “I will. I promise.” When I turned back around, Arjun looked at me with his brows high up on his forehead. “What?” I barked at him. I was restless. I needed to go home. My soul was beating me day and night for staying here. But, my mind and body wanted to live here. With her in my arms. With Rose. With my lioness. “So, you’re going back?” My best friend and bane of my existence asked. “Wasn’t that what you wanted?” I tossed back at him as I took my seat behind my desk. “Sure, but, you obviously don’t want to.” “Shut up.” I hissed at him. “Book the flight for took weeks from now.” “Two weeks?” “Yes. Two weeks.” Everything was back at home. Everything, but her. And, I had to accept it. I had