Evil Husband Glutton Wife 소설 & 이야기

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

That bastard ex-husband of mine…oh, how could he have done this to his people! “Declan,” I spouted that demon’s name. “That moron was always so selfish! What about the members of our pack? Do they have any idea about this?” “It’s an underground business. I suspect they were clueless as well except for Declan’s men.” I clenched my fists. It had just occurred to me how evil my husband was, not only to me but to his people, too. I can’t even begin to imagine the things that he has done to Rosie in my absence.

Isabel's eyes filled with angry tears as she gave him a bitter smile. "What do you call it if not cheating and humiliation ? I don't know in which lunatic world you live but in my world you can't love a man like you. A man who humiliates his wife to see himself having sex with another woman. A man who keeps lying and deceiving her. A man who captivated the woman he wanted to love him. You are a disgusting man who threatened my family to keep me confined so that you can have sex with me. I can never love a man like you back, Viso D’angelo. Never!" she screeched as she got back to her feet, her palms flattened on the table while she got into Viso's face.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

I glared at my wife, who was looking devilishly sexy , a devil in charge. "Release me from these, wife" she ingored me and trailed kisses down on my chest pulling my nipple between her teeth. My cock throbbed, and I could feel my precum leaking out of my tip. I groaned in annoyance as she stopped her touches, I looked at her, desperate feel her mouth on my body, her walls around me, clenching. She looked at me with devilish glint, she looked different as if she had changed. As if she was never sad. As if she wasn't wailing yesterday.

Why go through all this trouble? Yamila, the girl with the tattooed arm, was really upset and could not watch anymore. However, instead of getting mad at the pretty lady, she turned her annoyed gaze to Elio and said with frustration, "Are you a glutton for punishment? Can't you find a wife?" Elio acted like he did not hear a thing. His whole world was his wife. As long as they were still married, he would spoil Evelyn, no matter how much it hurt, and he would not complain at all.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

He had been calling her a whore for weeks, but actually offering. Eve was livid, all the desire she had felt for her husband dissipating in one second! "Go to hell, Alessandro! I will never sleep with you even if you are the last man on earth!" But instead of taking her seriously, the bastard laughed, and reached for her again, this time effectively pushing her to the bed and climbing on her the next second. What the... "Get off me, you...bastard! I'm never letting you touch me!" Eve was struggling against her own illicit thoughts for this man more than she was attempting to kick him off her body.

She felt irrevocably shamed, and to make matters worse she knew that her husband was tied to a tree not far away, forced to watch and listen as the two women he loved more than anything in the world were now dishonored. "Get ready, bitch. Wulfkar's sperm will soon find your womb," the gladiator hissed. The man's shaven head gleamed in the sun as he licked the side of her neck. Phaeka's hands gripped his shoulders tightly. She moaned as his furious thrusts wrested unwilling pleasure from her body. She felt herself convulse around his rigid length, her body's responses reaching their pinnacle.