Falling For My Husband Novels & Stories

Now I don't know how to remove myself from the mess I'm in. I hate that he affects me like this. I hate that I cannot pretend nothing happened. I hate that my body reacts when I think about his hands. I hate that my heart speeds up when I say his name in my head. I hate that I let myself get close enough to fall into something I cannot afford to fall into. I have a husband. Even if my marriage is broken. Even if everything feels wrong. I still have a husband. And now I feel like I am standing in the middle of a line that is getting thinner every second.

' I put the phone down. The thing that hurt the most was that I had feelings for him. I had been trying not to admit that clearly for a long time but sitting alone in my room with his messages on my screen it was harder to pretend otherwise. I had feelings for Liam and I did not know how to hold that alongside everything Jade had shown me about his father, and that combination was the thing that had kept me lying in the dark most of the last two nights going over the same ground and arriving nowhere.

because it was the truth that I was unwilling to admit. The majority said that Marco and I weren't suitable for each other, that I was too stable, too grounded, to be with an entitled heir like him. I had wanted to prove them all wrong, I had loved Marco, ignored the whispers. I had chosen him, over and over. He forgot birthdays, he forgot special occasions and like always, I defended him, covered him up, and now, as his elder brother's words cut through the air, something cracked within me, and I felt like my world was swinging.

I stumbled, falling to the couch beside him. Another gasp escaped me as he shifted, turning so that our faces were barely an inch apart. His warm breath brushed against my cheek, his lips so close I could feel the faint heat of them. My cheeks burned, a bright, helpless red. Three years of marriage, and I had never been this close to him. I should have pulled away. I should have stood. I should have... But my thoughts died when his eyes fluttered open. "I... I..." I scrambled for words, panic rising in my chest. He might think I tried to take advantage of him. My lips parted, ready to protest. "I didn't—"

How could I be so stupid that I give it all to him? I'm used. I know full well that we married because of the company's sake and not because of love but then...we fell. Or so I thought. Was it just me that have fallen to that cheeky bastard? AM I WRONG? Am I wrong to fall for his tricks and yearn for him to love me back?

And it felt perfect as I rested my forehead against his. "1 pm, malyshka. Don't be late." He whispered against my lips, planting a swift but chaste kiss on my lips once more before exiting the room, leaving me breathlessly staring after him as my heart and mind came to terms with what I had discovered. I'm falling for my husband...And I am screwed... ***

I got on my feet immediately and moved away from him. I was afraid he would hit me again. I held a pillow right in front of me. He looked at me with rage. His eyes instantly softened when he saw that I was cowering in fear. He sighed and calmed down. "You didn't have to slap me. I'm your husband," he said. Did he just say that? I cleared my eyes and looked at him. It's still the same person. I glared at him. I stayed silent and my leg was planted down. He slowly walked up to me. I stepped back. There was pain in his eyes, which was weird. He walked up to me as I kept moving back. He grabbed.

He wouldn’t stop fucking me until I had to plead with him, he smirked at me kissed me, and then dropped at the side. I have been trying to catch my breath since then, even though it had been a few minutes since he stopped fucking me I can still feel my body vibrating and shaking under the cover. “What are you thinking about?” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked away from the ceiling and at him with a smile. Gosh, I still can’t believe my hard work paid off. I still can’t believe I have finally made my husband fall for me; I knew it was going to be hard work back then but I’m glad it finally paid off.

I caught the first note of my arousal in the air and tightened my hold on him, my nails sinking into the back of his neck. His groan wasn’t one of pain. “You are making this impossible, woman. I understand you want me, but could you for a moment, control yourself?” I died. That was it. I must have fallen during the Hunt and hit my head (likely the result of my weak ankles) and died. That was the only explanation for what my husband was saying to me right now in this current moment.

I don’t know why I didn’t. There was no warning of the tears that started to fall. Thankfully though, I didn’t even have time to think that Cristo might think of me as weak for crying because his head jerked back, and he fell to the floor. I looked down at the hole in his head. Blood flowed out of it and I smiled. When I looked up at the door, I watched it open and reveal my beautiful husband.