Evil Husband Glutton Wife Novels & Stories

Damian shouted blindly, but his attitude received no response from Glara or others. Damian kicked his car's tire and got into the car with anger and frustration about Glara's increasing open opposition. In the past, Glara was a submissive and fearful wife, always following Damian's words because she was afraid of being left by him. Now, her attitude had changed 180 degrees.

“You’re very brave when he’s not around.” She leaned in, her voice dropping. “And you’re very pathetic when he is. You can just drop the act, can you? You just want his money .." “That’s a lie.” “Is it?” Her eyes glittered. “And the icing on the cake, you also want to have sex with him. You are such a greedy bitch! He would never even have sex with you. Delulu..much!” Something inside me snapped. What? Devon.. won't have sex with me? Isn't that what he has been trying for more than ten business days and has failed woefully? Never..my ass!

I rushed to her side and held her arm tightly. “This is my husband,” I said quickly. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes widened as she looked at Valentino. “Oh,” she murmured. “So this is your husband. You never told me he was this powerful. You never told me he was the devil of Milan.” My breath stuttered. She recognized him? “The devil of Milan?” Julius gasped weakly from where he was being held on the freezing ground. Valentino smirked faintly. “Oh, old woman, you recognize me. I’m impressed.”

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

The first wife was probably entirely impossible to live with. "And the terrifying part is, people will eagerly believe it," I murmured. Not because it possessed a single shred of clinical truth, but because a predictable scandal was always easier for high society to swallow than systemic financial fraud. Thelma's eyes filled with tears once more. "I am so, so sorry, Elena."

She thought things couldn't get any worse, then she saw the evil Elvira walking toward her with a wicked smirk on her face. Elvira went to the closet and pulled the chair and Holly out. The Latin temptress took the cuffs off of the petrified wife and roughly ripped off the duct tape from her mouth. Holly choked out the musky panties and stared at her husband. Elvira pushed the wife's blond head to John's cock and commanded, "Clean his cock with your mouth, slut! It is covered with his cum and my pussy juices, lick it all up pig." Holly licked and sucked, Elvira shoved three fingers in Holly's cunt and declared, "John, your slut wife likes watching a superior woman fucking her husband. Her sl

“Let's not waste our time to look at filthy trash.” Now it was Isabelle Yan's time to roar. “How dare you?! We are a noble family!” Adeline gave her a look that made me shiver. I surely was glad Adenine's wrath wasn't aimed at me. “You are the wife of a murderer. Your husband killed and tortured people for money. That makes him a filthy, bloodthirsty whore.” She inched closer, her lips curving into a dark smirk. “Tell me then, what does it make you?”

Ana grumbled, gritting her teeth in frustration at Richard's boldness. "Intimate? Kissing my wife is a loving gesture; I don't see anything wrong with that," Richard retorted, turning off the oven with a nonchalant shrug. "I am not your wife!" Ana exclaimed, turning around to leave, but before she could take another step, Richard grabbed the back of her hand and pulled her, causing her back to hit his chest. His lips hovered near her ear as he whispered, "Then who are you? Just a slut, who I fucked on my bed!" His voice turned hoarse as his hand slipped over her breast, his fingers stopping over her nipple.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

My feet faltered, but my wildly beating heart refused to let me stop. I told myself, despite the sounds I was hearing, that maybe this was another one of his actors' moments, maybe they were doing a scene, or maybe this was just another marketing stunt. But what I saw next couldn't be justified. My husband. Liam Tate. The man I sacrificed everything for, was f*ck*ng another woman's brains out. His gaze flicked up and noticed me. For a moment he was surprised to see a person had walked inside their hotel room, but his mind had probably registered that it was me – his wife.