All Chapters of My Boss Is My Tormentor: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ROSE “Who do you belong to?” As the question left of his sinful mouth, all gritty and filled with so much feelings that he had never shown me before this moment, I looked up at him, taking him in, and what he was trying to say without conveying it into words. His grey eyes were feverish, molten silver, a ring of fire burned in their depths. Despite the rigid set of his jaw, the tension in his muscles, I knew how much control he was exerting— I knew how much it took for him to not plunge into me like he so wanted from the very beginning of the time we had met. He was suspended above me, resting on his elbows. His grey eyes bore into mine, and I could sense dilemma he was in, on one hand his body demanded to thrust hard and take his own pleasure, but on the other hand he was the man that I was falling for with each passing second, the tender caring man who’d roll off me this very second if I said so. I would’ve fought tooth and nail if I hadn’t wanted this, but he was right. I

ROSE Wait for me. Even after two hours his words echoed in my mind. Arrogant Asshole!! Like I was some kind of pathetic wife of fourth grade movie, so I would wait for him. I yanked down the blue halter top to wear with the shorts, and winced as the pain spread through my hand. Shit!! After the presentation, I was in such a sniff that I had gone to the first clinic I saw and had the plaster removed. The good doctor had said at least to keep for another week but I had ignored his advice, and now the thought of having permanent damage to my hand was really worrying me. It will be his damn fault, the way he had controlled me like I was a doll to be maneuvered however he wanted. Bloody bastard!!But just the thought of last night sent a heated thrill through my body, making my core clench at the memories. I went to stand in front of the mirror to take a look at myself. And, scowled at my reflection. He marked me, the possessive arsehole. The blue and red bite mark peeking from t

“Don’t talk.” He said in his deep baritone. “Let me concentrate or otherwise it could slip somewhere high….” Saying that, his wet finger with my arousal trailed to the pucker between my ass cheeks. I didn’t breath. I stopped breathing and for a moment it seemed that even my heartbeat stopped as I understood his meaning. Excruciatingly slowly, he inserted the cold object inside me. As small as it was, I could only imagine it to be the vibrator he had given me and my assumption was right when the slow thrum of vibrations began inside me. I bit down hard on my lower lip to stop the pleasurable whimper that was dying to escape. “Perfect.” Ryan said, and I imagined him with dark stormy gaze perusing my naked form. “Count with me, would you?” He didn’t wait for the answer as he delivered three slaps to my ass cheeks. “Rose...” Bastard. “One. Two. Three.” With every hard slap I felt my inner muscles tightening around the vibrating egg in my pussy. I was so close. I wanted him to j

ROSE Ryan came barging out of his office when I didn't go inside. Now, he was standing in front of my desk, but I didn’t look at him. I refused to even spare him a glance. He was seething. I could feel the heat of his anger. “Can't. You. Hear. The. Fucking. Buzzer. Going. Off?” Ryan asked.And, without looking at him I could tell that he was grinding his teeth so hard. His words came out hissed. Taking a deep breath, I finally looked at him, met his angry grey eyes and pasted a cheery smile on my face. “Yes, I did hear it.” He looked at me, waiting for me to elaborate, when I didn’t, he pushed out the words, “Then, why didn't you come inside?” “Because, I didn’t want to.” I shot back at him. A week has passed since the night he'd confessed to me that there was no one back at home, and I had believed him. I didn’t have any proof but I believed him. Since then, every night I had spent in his apartment, in his bedroom, in his bed and in his arms. His rough plays, his mind

RYAN The meeting was long, but important. But as important as it was I couldn’t help myself from checking on her between the meetings. She didn’t have her phone on her so checking the GPS was out of the options, but when I opened the app to the camera of my office there she was. Most of the parts I missed during the meeting as I watched her. It was little fascinating to watch her when she was unaware. The way she bit down on her bottom lip as she flipped through the files, her fingers playing with the tendrils that had escaped her bun and the way she delicately smoothed the tendrils back behind her ear. I know it was stalker-ish but it was also fascinating to watch her like this. Then she opened the drawer and picked out the bottles. My breath stopped as she perused them. I knew that she already knew about them, but I haven’t seen her expression, and now I watched. But, her beautiful face didn’t give away anything as she slid them back into the drawer and took out the stapler