Harry Potter And The Possessive Husband Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Jake kissed her deeply, possessively, as he fucked her slow and deep on the counter. “Your husband has no idea what a dirty little wife he has,” he murmured. “But I do. And I’m going to keep coming back until you’re completely addicted to your husband’s best friend’s cock.”

Too natural. "Yup. He asked her out about a billion times. I started to feel sorry for my boy," Harry winced. "They seem cool now." They… really do, I think as I watch them for a while. "Wolf women are possessive?" Harry chuckles. "You seem pretty cool to me. I don't mind marrying a woman like you.” He looks away after a while with a small smile stuck on his face. His words leave me with a strange feeling.

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

Trey's POV Harry could only get so far before he was caught and arrested. I've always been scared of him, frightened. Remembering him caused nightmares, even now. Knowing he had fucked my future wife didn't really sit well with me like I was hoping. I wanted to slit his throat for it, for touching her, for tainting her with his essence. She's mine. I'm awfully possessive and he was the last man on earth supposed to have touched her. Oh well, I guess we can't have all we want.

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

He appeared to be holding a piece of onion, some bread, and two eggs. The sound of a knife scraping against the onion echoed crisply in Pandora’s ears. She kept staring at Kingston’s broad shoulders. Her sexy husband was cooking. He was so focused that not a single word was spoken while he was busy. Pandora carried out the most secretive of actions. She quietly observed a tantalizing spot. Kingston’s hips radiated heat, his round buttocks sending a tingling sensation through Pandora’s fingers—she simply wanted to pinch them. Pandora tensed, realizing something. Had she just entertained the thought of molesting her own husband? That certainly wasn’t her original intention.

SEX WITH MY husband is only great when I have his brother in my mind. Instead of my husband inside me, I picture his brother deep in me, how his rough, calloused would feel wrapped around my neck, the feeling of his naked body pressed against mine, the scandalous things he would whisper that would caress my skin like the finest of silks, the tantalizing positions we would be in as I reach somewhere where I've never been. What-

I’m a possessive man. “Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.” “Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”