Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

Some sticky solids floated in it, but I did not know what they were. The husband said, “After the police conducted their investigation, I requested the place to remain just as it was. Her jaw was burnt so badly that it was stuck to the windowsill, and I had to cut it off with a knife. “I compressed the rest of her body and stuffed it into a small box. It’s in that bottle of blood right there.” I felt a chill in my heart, and I started inching backward. “She’s right outside. If you don’t want to die, don’t go running around.” The husband turned to look at me. His gaze sent chills down my back.

I was just helping him, anyway ignoring this confusing man I went to my room. ****** It have been four days and I was as good as before but my husband, he wasn't that fine. All dressed, I was about to go out for a stroll when something that I would have never expected happened. The male was coming out of his room in a bathrobe, which was not tied from the front. Shocked as hell I forgot to even move. Don't get all dirty hopes up because he was wearing boxers, but it was still too much for me. My cheeks heated up and I could feel the blush creeping towards my ear as they also became crimson red. My husband was too busy in his world to see me but when he did, a teasing smirk made its way to An

In fact it excited him again, and a familiar stirring could be felt within both sex organs. Yet that scent again caught his attention when he noticed his wife was crying gently to herself. He was about to ask her what was wrong when he saw her left arm and then noticed much of the bed covers. They were drenched in blood. The first thing he did was jump, throwing his wife to the side; he assumed she was hurt. Jane again clenched him in her arms, looking into his eyes with pity and sadness. Hubby saw a glint of ivory as his wife opened her mouth only slightly. Two long pointy teeth were sticking out of her mouth!

He’s staring out the window, hands in pockets. Vincent is nowhere in site, probably gone to take a break. “Dad.” I swallow the dryness in my throat. Gods, I need water. “You’re awake.” Cary turns away from the window and approaches my bed. His suit is pristine as usual. But his hair is tousled, like he’s been running his fingers through the tresses. There’s also a crimson stain underneath his left ear. “What’s that? Is that blood?” I stare at the stain. The longer I stare, the more I’m convinced that it is indeed blood.

The blood has soaked right through the white bandage, turning it to a scary red color. It's almost about to start soaking into his grey joggers. "Hold on, I’ll go get the doctor!" I blurt out, my voice rising with panic. I quickly slide myself off his dick and I'm fighting back the moan that wants to escape my lips. The whole situation is so crazy. We both end up laughing at the silliness of it. No, at his silliness for leaving his dick inside me when he is supposed to be resting. He pulls up his joggers and I hop off the bed, looking around for my top wherever I had flung it to.

I scrubbed at it, and based on how easy it came off, Lyle was having breakfast for lunch. On the second floor, the door to our room was open. I sighed. The contractor hadn’t hung the frame quite right, and the door hadn’t been latching well recently. Maybe we could get Mel in to fix it someday. Still humming, I pulled off my shirt and grabbed a towel. Yeah, a bath was exactly what I needed. I stepped into our master bath and froze. In the middle of the marble, dripping bright red blood onto the white floor, stood a filthy man clutching a jagged sliver of metal shaped like a knife.

When he fell his head hit the corner of the basin and now the white tiled floor became red with his blood. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I immediately called Beta Celix to bring the pack doctor. Every member of the Russo family was present in his room worrying about him while I was standing near the closed door. My clothes were still stained with his blood. I didn’t move from this place for a moment. I was worried for him.

“Are you for real? That’s kickass! Lets do it.” “ I love your enthusiasm.” An hour later, I’m sweaty and sore lying on my back in the huge boxing ring that adorns the centre of the room with Kyle pinning me to the ground. I love that he doesn’t go easy on me but I swear I couldn’t move even if I wanted to right now. “ How would you defend yourself in this position?” “I cant move Kyle” I say breathing embarrassingly heavy. “What the fuck is going on here?” We turn from our position on the ground to see my husband glaring at us from the doorway. He’s still shirt less with his black joggers on and hair ruffled.

“ Having me join you to have a threesome with our maid is our little secret? Definitely this isn't your first time, no wonder you took my complaint about how she saw us in the afternoon with levity hands. Am sorry I can't do this with you” “Then you must be ready for the consequences” he said and continued fucking Caroline as she moaned in return. Caroline on the other hands didn't care about my new discovery, all she ever was interested in was how she was been fucked hard by my husband, she keeps giving it to him back to back while I stood there watching for some time before I left for my room. Is this really happening to me? I asked myself, but it is really happening. I didn't cry, took my

His skin glistened in the light, tinted red from all the blood flooding his muscles. He had a container in his hand, some kind of protein mix, and he shook it before he took a drink. “Don’t knock.” I missed what he said because I stared at him so hard, completely captivated by how strong and sexy this man was. Not just any man…but my husband. “Sorry?” After he took another drink, he smirked, like he was fully aware of my distraction. “You don’t need to knock. Just walk in.” “I didn’t want to be rude.”