Dominating Husband Novels & Stories

he repeated more firmly this time. "No, I don’t. Not since our honeymoon," I answered truthfully. Now I was going to have to go into details on how my husband isn't dominant enough. "Please elaborate" he said as he put his notepad down this time. "Our honey moon was amazing. Then he became the CEO of his company of which I'm very happy for him, but we don't see each other as much. He's always busy with work even at home." I said as I sat up a bit straighter while he listened.

"But when families are legally bound through marriage, that's different. There's no backing out of the deal. Not for them. Not for me." The cold, calculated way he laid it all out fascinated me. Dominic treated human lives like pieces on a chessboard—always three moves ahead, always accounting for every possible angle. That was one of the things that attracted me most: his ability to see the whole picture without being slowed down by pointless sentimentality. That, and the way he made dirty money as effortlessly as most people racked up credit-card debt. "Then you're going to love knowing this," I said, barely containing the malicious satisfaction rising in my chest. "The family is more unit

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

"You want to hit him now? What did he do wrong? When did you become so violent?" 'My husband really has changed,' she thought bitterly. Dominic lowered his gaze, his voice steady. "I don't want to make this uglier than it already is." If Isabella had looked up, she would have seen the pain in his eyes. His wife of seven years stood unashamedly on another man's side, and the hurt of it tore him apart. Without another word, he shoved Alexander hard. Dominic's strength sent him stumbling, and he crashed onto the floor.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

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“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

PORISHMA's POV:- I am looking at my wonderful and sexy Husband who is busy reading some official files. His black-jelled hair is combed back gracefully. His muscular arms are covered in tight-fitting clothes. His brows deepened and drowned himself in the business files. His dominant aura is overflowing through his magnetic image. He is wild and dark. His love is possessive and dominant. He acts like an obsessive caveman. But He has his eyes only for me and that matters to me the most.

I rolled my eyes at him and he said still acting innocent. "My wife is really dominating me, what if someone will see this great Justin Merchant tolerating his wife's torture?" Really Mr. Hubby? Well let me play along with you as well. "Oh, such a pitiful woman I am. My husband thinks I'm dominating and torturing him. Well I won't force him, he can go and find a new wife for him if he thinks so." I said making a pitiful face as well. But he suddenly came and hugged me tight. "I'm sorry... I was joking." he was so tensed.

“He is the one who will inherit all of this. “ Dominic says, “He is the oldest of us. So you should be able to rely on him. Not me. I have my own business now. My own life. And it’s far from here. “ “You are unwilling to help your own family?” his father asks, exaggerating the surprise in his voice. “I am not saying this, “ Demonic says, coldly, “All I am saying is Conor should be doing this. “ Philip leans heavily back in the chair. “Look, Dominic. “ Then he turns to me, “Violet, I know Conor is your husband. And he is trying to do what he can. But he’s never been that capable. And I need someone I can rely on. You two will be a great team. “