Abandoned Husband Dominates Novels & Stories

"You've already found someone else. A richer man. More powerful." I stepped back several steps with hands clenched at my sides. "What are you doing here?" "You're living in a villa owned by the CEO of Ashford Corporation," Arvan said while looking around with a contemptuous gaze. "He even has a wife but you're still seducing him. How long has this been going on? Since when did you know him? Or maybe you've been preparing a backup plan all along in case I rejected you?" My chest tightened hearing that accusation.

"I didn't say that." Violet's skin was originally very smooth, now because of Dominic's rude and perverted actions, she no longer has the strength to resist and can only let him hold her arbitrarily in his arms. Violet no longer intended to protest, she leaned back against Dominic's strong chest with a small sigh. Violet suddenly thought of something and asked, "Dominic, did you know that Adam Anda was married in your previous life?" “He was never married to anyone. When I heard that he was getting married, I was also surprised.” Dominic answered seriously, he did not hide anything from her.

He paused upon noticing her wedding picture with Dominic gracing the wall. "What?" she asked. "You're married," he said, pointing at the photograph. "He is out of town," she responded. "He doesn't make you happy?" "Yeah. So please, make me happy," she said seductively. "Gladly," he said and pulled her closer. "He doesn't know what he is missing, leaving a hot babe like you alone." She giggled and leaned in closer. The guy began to plant kisses on her neck. Andra knew what she was doing was wrong but she could not stop. She was lost in her feelings of abandonment.

Her face looks confused and annoyed simultaneously as if she is looking for someone but has not found him yet. “Where is my husband? Why did that strange man even leave without telling him first? Is it possible Massimo even went into the bathroom, huh?” muttered Abby, full of curiosity. In the bathroom, a man still calls with an annoyed expression mixed with a pent-up passion that can't be channeled. Meanwhile, Alex just shook his head. He could not stop thinking about the mindset of Abigail Laurentia Verz's husband, so he could not give further advice yet. Alex Matthew Forest: “Earlier, you said that Abby seemed to enjoy playing hard to get, then I gave you a suggestion; instead you said th

She tossed her hair and folded her arms, chin tilted high with smug defiance. “Let’s be honest, Evelyn. Everyone knows Harrison dumped you. To hide the humiliation, you grabbed the first man off the street. A stray dressed up in borrowed suits, driving borrowed cars, pretending to be someone he’s not. That’s your husband? A beggar clinging to you just to look respectable?” Murmurs broke out. The words landed sharp, but before I could respond, Dominic’s hand closed over mine. He stepped forward, his presence so commanding that silence rippled through the room.

“Please fuck me, Dominic. I need your cock inside me. Please—” He pressed the head against my entrance, stretching me open, but didn’t push in. “More. Tell me who you want.” “You. Only you.” He fed me another inch, then stopped. The stretch was maddening. “Curse his name.” My eyes flew open. “What?” “Curse Ethan,” he growled, eyes blazing with possessive fire. “Tell me you don’t want him. Tell me you only want your husband’s cock ruining this tight little pussy.”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

The top was slit down showing a lot of cleavage and was clingy, showing off my big, stiff nipples. "If it's not prying too much, might I ask how you started this relationship with your husband." "Of course. I tend to read these naughty romances. Lately, I became interested in the type in which someone is enslaved and made to serve dominant men or women. My husband became intrigued by my fascination with these types of stories. He asked if I'd like to experience it for myself, and the rest is history, as they say." "So, your husband became your dominant, and you have to do as he says?"

"So, what's special about being his wife?" His gaze swept over Phoebe, his eyes cold and dismissive. "How can you claim she's rude? I've been watching you since this started, and it seems like you're the one who's been throwing insults left and right." "Actually, you can't understand; " Phoebe attempted to defend herself, but Dominic cut her off, his tone unforgiving. "Stop embarrassing yourself in public. Your husband is a respected figure, and you're humiliating him with your behavior."

I felt trapped—not just physically, but in every sense of the word. “This is blackmail,” I whispered. “This is business.” I looked down at the contract again. Marriage. To a man I had just met. A man whose name was feared. A man who spoke of ownership as if it were a natural law. “You’ll live with me,” Dominic said. “Publicly, you will be my wife. Privately, you will follow my rules.” “What rules?” I asked. He paused, considering. “You will not leave my property without permission. You will not speak to the media. You will not attempt contact with anyone I haven’t approved.”