Ff Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

"That's between me and Vito." "Then I guess you haven't had sex," she concluded. I shrugged, crossing my legs and leaning back. "Mamma you are...maddening. Believe what you want." "I'm trying to help you. Your marriage is not consumated!" "Consummated?" I scoffed. "Mamma, this isn't 1569." "Well, if this marriage is not consummated during this week I'm telling your father. Your father will tell Giovanni and that wouldn't be very nice would it?"

“Another sleepless night. Gave me the eye bags; guess that explains the hound look?” He snorted, then gave me a disapproving look. “Just say yes to Rizzo already. You need a wife, Nicolas. You could have one in less than four months. Felix is desperate to bring you into his family. If he weren’t, he’d be lining up another husband for his daughter. Yet here he is, waiting for you to finally make up your mind.”

“I can walk perfectly fine, and I can carry my own bag.” Dreston didn’t even look the slightest bit embarrassed. “You’re my responsibility now.” Cassienne rolled her eyes immediately, though the gesture lacked any real irritation. “That sounds extremely possessive.” “I’m your husband,” he replied calmly, his voice low and steady. “I earned the right.”

But tonight, as I sit on a log surrounded by Fidelis’s family, the tension coils in my gut like a snake ready to strike. Fidelis, my husband of five years, lounges beside me, his arm slung casually over my shoulders. He’s not a bad man, not really—just average. Soft around the edges, quick to laugh, but even quicker in bed. The kind of guy who thinks missionary with the lights off is adventurous. We’ve been trying for kids for years, and every failed test strips away a little more of his patience, turning it into resentment he tries to hide but can’t.

Kian’s deep baritone resonated in my ears. I flashed him a warm smile, locking arms with Felix. “Please pardon my manners, this is my husband, Felix…”

I said fearlessly spitting out the blood I watch him smirk and hold my jaw tighter this time around "Listen, woman, you're mine….you hear me mine and no one can have you if I don't" "I rather die, than become a part of you" "Trust me, baby, I have killed just to be with you, and if it demands me to do it again, trust me I will" "What do you mean?" I ask "I killed….your dead husband Mr. Bonifacio" "No you didn't," I said shaking my head sideways, "Ohhh yes…..I did honey"

If I hurt you before, I hope I didn't offend you. Mia looks cold. Joseph, his son-in-law? She really has the art of pretending to be intimate with him! - Did you give birth to me or did you raise me? Mia leans on Joseph's arms, and she looks up at Joseph. - How come my husband is your son-in-law? Morgane clenches her fists with a smile on her face. - I know you're mad at your father and me. But we sincerely love each other. - I just came to collect the things that belong to me today!

"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!"

She gasped in surprise and looked up only to meet his seething eyes. "Give him what's mine and I'll rip him apart," he growled out in warning. Serena bit down on her lip, feeling turned on by his possessiveness. Her husband's possessive streak was miles wide and she didn't mind it. Her breath seized in her throat when he suddenly pushed in his finger inside her wet hole. "This pie belongs to me," he claimed possessively, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her body tightened around him.

She kissed her once, deep and short, and let her go before it could turn into more. Lily-Rose’s mouth stayed open a second after. Jimmy saw it all. Something ugly moved through his face and then went still. “So that’s the open side,” he said. “You kiss her in front of me and call it her asking.” Lily-Rose wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I did ask. You don’t get to name that too.” Mara tapped one finger on the table. “Good. The husband has seen. Now he can hear the next price.”