Dominate My Husband Novelas e Histórias

He claimed me with an intensity that left no room for doubt, over and over again, until we were both utterly spent. A couple of hours later, freshly showered, we laid together in bed, basking in the warmth of each other’s bodies. I was on the verge of sleep when Alex broke the quiet of the night. “This must be every woman’s dream, right?” he whispered, his voice soft against my face. “What?” I murmured, opening my eyes halfway, curiosity tugging at my drowsy mind. “You know… to dominate your husband.” “It’s just a game,” I replied sleepily, my eyelids growing heavier.

“He’s… He’s… my ex-husband.” “Oh.” I was taken aback. I didn’t know that she had been married. Emily took a deep breath, her voice shaky. “Antoine. He’s… he’s been controlling and abusive. It started small, but over time, he got worse. It wasn’t just emotional manipulation. He’d physically harm me too.” I felt a surge of anger and sympathy. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Sometimes it felt like she was gradually drifting away from me, her focus consumed by work. But tonight would bring us back together. Good food, celebrating my incredible wife, and being present with each other. I was determined to show her that no matter how chaotic life got, she was still my priority. My partner who I treasured spending time with. I parked the dusty Beetle outside our sleek modern home and headed inside, laden with gifts. "Honey, I'm home!" I called out jokingly. My playful smile faded instantly when I saw Vivian sitting rigidly on the couch next to her mother, an unreadable expression on her face. Her icy blue eyes regarded me coolly.

“What are you thinking about?” The feel of him carrying me in his arms, pressed against his bigger, broad and firmer body, and the feel of him squeezing my ass made me think about sex. And that would be an amazing first memory of our honeymoon. Besides, I needed the distraction from the confused thoughts in my mind. So I ran my hand down his chest, staring up at him through my lashes. “I got lost staring at you, baby. What? A woman can’t stare at her gorgeous husband?”

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

He wanted the quiet, obedient wife he could control, the one who never challenged, threatened and never made him afraid. "Six years, Dominic," I said softly, looking at him with a detachment that seemed to unsettle him far more than anger ever could. "For six years, I swallowed my pride while your mother humiliated me and Selena hovered over our marriage. I endured your neglect. I survived being poisoned and you honestly think I did all of this just to get your attention?" I took a step forward, the sharp click of my heels echoing through the garage. "I am not your wife anymore," I said. "I am your competitor and if I were you, I'd spend the next thirty days preparing for what's coming, beca

I gritted my teeth and said, “This man kidnapped me and forced himself on me! He recorded videos of it!” Trevor glared at me. “What’re you talking about? We’re a normal married couple. Since when is it a crime for a husband and wife to be intimate?” Margaret panicked. Acting like a vulgar troublemaker, she threw herself at the police officers. She mumbled, “Run, Trevor! I’ll hold them off for you!”

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."

Looking at her he said, "Naina, whatever happened today and whatever you said to me, I want to turn it into reality very soon! I want to hear in your senses the things you said to me today when you were drunk. Ever since you came into my life, I have started changing. Now I want to make you my life and Naina Purohit now belongs only to Kunal Singhania, and will always remain so." Kunal said all these things while asserting his rights over her. Naina was in deep sleep! At this moment there was nothing in the room except Kunal, Naina and silence. As soon as Kunal got up and started leaving from there, Naina turns and holds his hand. Kunal tried a little to free his hand but Naina held his hand