Ff Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

She poured waffle batter with ease, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafting up as the waffle iron hissed. Their domestic rhythm was seamless—intimate in a way that made his chest ache. He’d lived a hundred mornings, but none had ever felt like this. “I still can’t believe you’re okay with me being… me,” she murmured, not quite looking at him. He froze, barely daring to breathe. ‘He adores you,’ Tempest said, but there was tension in her voice. ‘But you’re thinking about it again.’ ‘I can’t help it. You stole something from me, Tempest. My memories. I deserve to know why.’

Transparent lace pants and bras that stick without a rope. Chris's eyes could not be separated from me. I sat by the pool and Matt came to me. He kissed my thighs and then pulled me into the water. He kissed my lips roughly and my hands wrapped around his neck. I don't care about Chris seeing this. I belong to my husband completely and he can't be jealous. "I want to make love here, you are very sexy" Oh, my husband, I can't refuse, and how Chris's reaction later. Being between two men who share the same genes is quite a hassle for me. One wants to always show off his affection, and the other feels possessive but can't openly do so.

A change—not particularly significant, yet still enough to distinguish the different Kingston from the usual one. “What’s wrong with you?” His gaze was subdued. There was no passion, as if the most vital part of her husband had been torn away. Pandora moved quickly. Touching the rough jawbone. “Tell me.” She was almost startled when she forced Kingston to speak. Again, the man offered a faint smile and a subtle shake of the head. Demanding that Pandora crawl closer. Sitting atop the bulge of his abdominal muscles, then leaning forward, staring intently at Kingston. “Weren’t you supposed to go eat?”

Bella said quietly. Nickson raised an eyebrow in surprise that Bella still wanted to talk about it. “Ok, so what do you see in a guy like me, Ms. Fellaquez?" "You're great. You love your wife so much that you turn into a possessive man. I think that's good. Possessiveness made me sure that such a man would not be swayed by the seductions of other women. In other words, your wife's position is safe." “If only Blakely could see it the way you see me. Unfortunately, she didn't. My possessiveness irritates her.”

"So what if I have? And anyway how does it concerns you, my dear ex-husband?" That taunting gaze of hers made him fist his palm at his side's. He was feeling angry at his wife's audacity to declare that she has feelings for someone else. Grabbing her wrist all of a sudden he pulled her frame towards him. "If you think a fuc*** piece of contract can stop me from having a claim on you. Then you are badly mistaken, my innocent wife." "You are mine Elle and I will make sure you understand this!" His tight grip on her wrist showed how serious he was.

" Mr. Tanner's face stiffened once again. His lips moved, but not another word came out. Seeing this, Josh immediately stepped forward and questioned me, "Mr. Huffman, I know you've always resented me for becoming a professor, but you can't just slander me with baseless accusations. "You accuse me of stealing your thesis. Then why, as Ms. Fulton's husband, would she help me instead of you? And as for your claim that Ms. Fulton and I are having an affair—do you have any evidence?" I pressed my lips together tightly and said nothing. But Josh mistook my silence for fear of having no evidence, and his voice grew even louder.

"You remember what we discussed about this deal? Don't embarrass me tonight, Sophia. You're replaceable." The words hit like a physical slap. Three years of marriage, and he still talks to me like I'm an employee who might be terminated for poor performance. "Of course. I'll wear the navy Chanel and keep the conversation light." "Good." He checks his Rolex…the one his first wife bought him, though he claims not to remember that. "We can't afford any mistakes with this one." We. Like I'm actually a partner in his empire instead of window dressing with a marriage certificate.

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

"Like how can someone so pretty be so insecure?" I swallowed. "I am not insecure. I'm just being possessive of what's mine. Maybe, it's because I'm not used to seeing third parties get off with people's husbands, don't you think, Mariano?" The bastard couldn't say a thing. He cleared his throat. "Maybe, I should just take the shot." "And have you lose focus for weeks? You do know that business brought you to Fiji or isn't that correct? Are you just going to allow your little wife control you just because she probably got cheated on before and doesn't want a repeat of that?"