Ff Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

That night lots of things got lost from me, things that I didn't know I had, things that I don't want back, things I want to feel again. It's been a total of six months and five days since I exchanged vows and rings with Gianni and all my husband does is come home every day, showers, and then pushes himself inside me, and with two thrusts he's done, then he leaves me there and probably goes to his other lovers. The words of my mother float in my head- telling me that it is okay for a man to have other women even after he was married but a woman must stay completely devoted to him. This regime carries out every day and there is never a day where I don't feel utterly useless but still complete

If you want them, I won’t stop you. He had given her freedom, something no man she had ever known would do. But the thought unsettled her almost as much as it aroused her. Had he come to the decision out of insecurity, because he wanted to finally give his friends he used to share women with a chance to also have her, or did he do it because he saw her as a person shallow enough to leave him because she wasn’t having sex? And honestly none of those reasons comforted her at all. In fact, if she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she wasn’t handling the biggest revelation from that night well. That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years.

” Looking over at me he let out a breath, “you will keep going to target practice until you get comfortable with a pistol. Our new house has state-of-the-art security and a safe room but I want you to be able to hold your own.” I reached down grabbing his hand, “I just want to make you happy, make you proud. I feel like people will expect so much more from your wife.” Lucas shook his head, “you watch too much tv. People expect you to be spoiled not out in the streets hustling. Hustling is my job baby, you can ride or die from the couch. Only idiots want their girl out in the street.” I leaned over kissing his cheek, “I’ll ride or die from your bed how about that?”

“Ah, Woman,’ he growled and brought his mouth down on hers, crushing, hard and branding her. He was as susceptible to her adoring gaze as she was to his. Piers had turned away, busy on the phone and Proserpina could hear the sounds of her other children approaching but she could not care. She clung to her husband; kissing him back mindlessly as she stood within the circle of his arms her small hands clutching his jacket lapels.

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?

Until now. Now he was on his knees. Declan, my husband, my mate stood above him with his head tipped back and his eyes, closed. His fingers were tangled in Dorian’s hair and Dorian’s hands were on Declan’s hips. His mouth— I stopped breathing and my hands began to shake. Declan groaned deeply. A sound I had never heard him make in our three years of marriage. And Dorian answered back with a moan, which was unmistakable. I saw Declan’s back stretch backwards, saw his jaw became slack and saw the clear pleasure on his face.

Pierre, my husband Calix Petrakis. Cassia felt a bubble of hysteria rise up as she witnessed two very alpha males meeting. Even though Pierre was in his sixties, he was no less virile, exuding charisma. "Petrakis, it's a pleasure to meet you."You have a lovely wife here, quite the charmer.I don’t know what I would have done without her. ‘I know…’ Calix batted down his conflicting emotions and smiled lazily at Cassia. She recognized danger in the smile, and then he looked back at Pierre. "She charmed me into marrying her."

She moaned feebly as her eyes followed Charlene. “Is Tina here? Have you heard from her?” Fiona enquired. Sarah's gaze focused on Charlene alone, looking at her admiringly. Fiona scoffed disgustingly when she saw the lust in her eyes and the way she was staring at Charlene was awkward. “Sarah, she's married.” That jolted her out of her imaginary world. She smirked and shook her head vigorously. “Being married doesn't mean I can't make her my girlfriend. I love beautiful things, I love her.”

“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

“I wish my husband were as good with words as you are, sir…” “Oh, please, call me Bash.” He takes her hand to deposit a discreet kiss on the back. “I'll be happy to help you find your husband. But you may not like what you find. Some men bring their wives and partners… It's not a good sign if he's coming to a place like this alone.” “Oh my, it's not like that…” She gives a shy laugh. “My husband is a bit possessive. He can't stand other men laying eyes on me. He says I'm his treasure…”