Novel & Cerita Aggressive Wife Novel

My arms locked around her like a vice, pulling her back against my chest. 'Where do you think you are fucking going, wife?' Her snarl of rage only made me chuckle, not the best move I made because it only enraged her further. 'Take your fucking hands off me, or I swear to God I will cut your dick off and make you eat it.' In reply, I pressed my rock-hard manhood between her pert little ass cheeks and rubbed it against her slick wet folds. She could deny it and fight me all she wanted, but her body told a different story; I was turning her on, and we both knew it.

She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her. "You have two options. First, tell me why you wanted to kill my wife or, I force you" Nancy suddenly burst into heavy and wicked laughter, making us all look at her weirdly. "Did you just call her your wife? No! She is not your wife! I am your wife! Only I, deserve to be called your wife!" She burst angrily and tears begin to slip out of her eyes, and down her cheeks. Before we could comprehend what was happening, someone from nowhere landed a hot slap across her face.

He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily. "What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her. "Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest. "I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious. "You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

Gripping her chest, she muttered, “That was too harsh.” Elliot, on the other hand, was completely unmoved. He looked at her and kept going, “Think about what you said in the footage. I’ve never seen you like that. It almost felt like I’d never known you! “My wife is, in all aspects, miles better than you, but let’s assume she’s a person who could not do anything right for a second. Even if that’s the case, she’d still have every right to be arrogant because she’s my wife. Tell me, who gave you the right to berate her?”

"Clara... yes, Clara..." He wasn't kissing me. He was kissing someone else entirely. His hands moved across my body, but his mind was somewhere else, with someone else. My sister. I lay beneath him in complete silence, my eyes open in the darkness, staring at nothing. His weight was on top of me, but I felt completely invisible. He finished quickly, rolled away from me, and passed out almost immediately. I lay there in the darkness, not moving, barely breathing. He'd called out another woman's name on our wedding night or was he just mistaking me for Clara?

“You are trying me, Bonita. Do you need me to hit you? Do you need me to do something stupid??” “I don’t care,” she replied. “You can do anything stupid, but one thing is fucking sure, I’m not letting her go. If you walk out that door, I’ll blow her head off and you’ll have to tell your guards to come clean up her body!” The tension was unbearable. My heart was racing. and immediately I saw my chance. While they were arguing, I lunged forward and slammed my hand hard into the wife’s stomach. She gasped and fell back onto the bed. I kicked her leg for good measure, grabbed the gun from her hand, and pointed it at her.

I've done both and I loved doing both; I just hope that I'll be able to do it again. I've been watching my wife Aggie (don't dare call her Agnes) for years now, sometimes from the closet, sometimes from a chair next to the bed, and sometimes I'm in one hole while someone else is in another. I found out early on in our marriage that no one man was ever going to be enough for Aggie. Remember the ugly duckling story? One day an ugly little thing and the next day a beautiful swan? That is similar to Aggie in that one day she was a virgin and the day after we consummated our marriage vows she was a nymphomaniac.

"What gives you the right to bully my wife like that?" "Who the hell is your wife?!" Mark snapped. "Agatha is my fiancée!" He pointed at Desmond again, as if Desmond hadn’t just called me his wife. As if he hadn’t just heard it clear as day. Why was he so pissed off? This man—the same man who disgustedly rejected me just yesterday "Do you know that bullying my wife is a criminal offense? An action you should never dare to take?" Desmond's voice was sharp. "Never you dare to lay a hand on her again."