Aggressive Wife Novel Novels & Stories

She turned around and pointed a finger at the swollen wound on the back of her head. "Even if our marriage was only a business deal, you can't hit me. This is domestic violence." "And I didn't hit you," Mr. Reed said with certainty. "I find that hard to believe. Just earlier, you were so rude when you woke me up." Mr. Reed didn't argue with her; he gently picked up the phone and asked the housekeeper to come over. In a few short seconds, there was a sharp knock on the door. Abigail strutted to the door and pulled it open.

The desk shook with every brutal stroke. Lila cried out in pleasure, pushing her ass back to meet him. “Harder!” she moaned. “Fuck me like my husband never could!” Noah railed her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair while the other spanked her ass red. “Your husband pays me to work here,” he growled, spanking her again. “And now I’m fucking his beautiful young wife on his own desk. How does that feel, Mrs. Whitaker?” “So good!” she sobbed, legs shaking. “I’m such a bad wife… Don’t stop… Fill me with your cum!”

she fired back. Chris's eyes flashed. "What do you mean by that?" he asked dangerously. "Do I have to explain?" she asked. Agnes can feel the tension even from where she stands. Slowly but surely, the man purposely walked towards her. The jab about her sister hit home. She wet her lips; her throat suddenly felt dry. He watched her tongue moisten her lips. Lost as he watched her unconscious action, something inside him stirred. If this woman will be his wife, it seems he will enjoy it immensely. Agnes is an excellent weapon to start a war.

My heart raced with a mix of worry and anger as I hurried towards the kitchen, each step heavy with the weight of impending conflict. As I entered the kitchen, the scene before me froze me in shock. Bella's hands were tangled in Jenny's hair, a cruel grip that Jenny seemed unable or unwilling to resist. The sight of my wife being manhandled, her lack of resistance stark against Bella's aggression, ignited a fury within me that burned like wildfire.

'm not your mate, Tyla, but you married me. We are married!" "At what cost? At what cost did you get me to agree to your proposal?" My anger erupted at her words. How dare she question my intentions? I grabbed her arms, my fingers digging deep into her skin. "You're mine now," I snarled, my face inches from hers. "And you'll do as I say." Tyla struggled against my grip, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'll never be yours," she hissed. "And even if I do have something to do with Damon, it's none of your business." I shook her, my fury boiling over. "You're my wife," I growled. "And you'll obey me." Tyla's face twisted in contempt. She was very stubborn, unlike Jessica. I wondered where she got

She died six months later giving birth to that child who also died at birth, taking all her secrets to the grave. “After Helen told you about her pregnancy, Agatha seduced you and you gave in just to spite Agatha. Agatha got pregnant and you had no choice than to marry her,"* my wolf sneers as I watch my wife continue to scream at me at the dinner table. “Now she has become you jailer! Do you remember how she jailed you!? How she turned from submissive to manipulative!?” “Yes,” I shudder as I respond

Clarissa was stunned at her arrogance. "Wow....that's.... I mean who rolls up to someone's wife like that and tells them that they are going to take their husband" "Stop acting like you're his wife. You're just a side chick!' ... .... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book,

It was just another dark, clinical reality I had never imagined living through. Renata gathered the growing stack of documents, aligning the edges perfectly before sliding them into a single, thick file. "This is exactly what your husband doesn't understand." "What?" "Every single aggressive move he makes out of panic or anger exponentially strengthens your legal position." She tapped the thick folder. "He thinks he's fighting you, Elena." Another tap. "He's building my case."

That's actually how he met his wife, Amber. She had been one of the regulars at his club, and eventually she flirted her way into his bed and then into a marriage. He still didn't know how that had happened. Maybe he had a weakness for tall, mean blonds, because that's exactly what Amber was. And part of him was turned on because of this mean streak she seemed to possess. He found it amusing when she would launch into someone and cut them down before they even had a chance to speak. Of course, when she turned that foul mouth on him...he knew what to do to put it to good use. She might have been the Alpha bitch, but in his domain, he was king, and no one would disrespect him. Not even his wif

He didn't move with his face down on the bed, unconscious because he felt the pain that was so painful. Until in the next few seconds a delicious growl was heard loudly from Jacob Hayden Al Jassem, a former military man who already has a lot of wealth and power. His body now collapsed on top of the body of his wife who was unconscious. His breath was heavy and irregular after going through a climax that was so extraordinary as well as draining his soul's emotions that were burning with anger. His eyes were half closed enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure in his throbbing possession, while one of his hands squeezed the twin mountain chunks belonging to a woman who was already powerless because