Romans & histoires How To Tame My Beastly Husband

I bit my lip when he asked. But of course, the bitch couldn't help expressing her opinion, even though I'm not asking her. "Didn't you know how to listen---" "Shut up! I'll deal with you later, bitch!" "Huh?" She gasped. "Did you just call me a bitch?" I ignored her, wearing my most charming smile, I walked directly to my husband's chair, pulled him in his collar, spun his chair to face me before I sit on his lap and kissed him passionately on his lips.

“I only permitted you to touch the cock. Avoid touching my face, refrain from kissing me, as I am not a kisser, and do not expect me to lick your pussy. I can make you happy, but there are things I can only do for my wife. I only kiss her and bury my head in her pussy. No one else, but her. My tongue is hers and hers alone to please. If you’re willing to accept it, I’ll fuck you.” “You’re married?” “Yes, are you disappointed?” I knew she was, but her lustful eyes had already begun fucking me. “Okay.” “Remember, I will bury you alive if you kiss me.” She grinned. We exited the restaurant and proceeded directly to my place. She stood in front of me, and my gaze was drawn to her colossal breast

"Our marriage certificate. Your greatest punishment will be marrying the same Beast you helped your friend escape from. It's an exchange, one wife for another." "No… you can't do this to me!" "Who should I kill first then?" Rage takes possession of my body and I jump on him to hit him with my clenched fists. "Damned bastard!" "Sign!" he demands, shaking me from side to side. "If you don't want to see all your loved ones ten feet underground, you will marry me." My jaw trembles, my body vibrates uncontrollably, but I don't cry. How can your life change in a matter of seconds?

“I don’t go out much. That’s on purpose. But your legs should be open for me every night when I get home. I’m not here to light candles and play music while I undress you.” “I like Sam Cooke and incense.” “I don’t care what you like.” “Fix that today or live a life of celibacy. I’m not your toy. If you want me to act like your wife, then you need to act like a real husband. Don’t ever touch my things without asking again, don’t move me around like I’m just a game piece, and don’t make big choices about our life without talking to me first. Also, you must be home every evening by seven o’clock, no later so we can eat dinner together before we sleep together. Like a normal couple.”

“The one that matters most to you. For every day you fail to obey, I will offer you a piece of your father. A finger. An ear. I have a very creative surgeon on retainer. He can keep a man alive for a long time while dismantling him piece by piece. I’ll keep bringing them to you until he’s gone, or you learn your lesson. Your choice.” The blood drains from her face. She looks like she might be sick. Good. I need her terrified, but I also need her thinking. This new rule will force her to be strategic, to plan her seductions, to actively engage with the reality of our dynamic. She will have to use that brilliant, defiant mind to please me. “You’re nothing but a savage animal,” she chokes out.

he growled in a commanding voice. Why does his fluffiness vanish on the very day we are going outside? Yesterday, Tyler’s the ultimate teddy bear husband. Now…now he’s acting more of a feral wolf, an intimidating shifter. Biting my lower lip, I step towards him. We are only an inch away now. He’s so fucking tall. And with his broad shoulders, I know he can smash me anytime in the wall, in the bed, or even by just standing in front of each other. “Why do you look scared? I’m your husband, remember?” he asked, eyes softening while lowering his gaze from my eyes, to my lips, and back to my eyes again.

The cruelty of it all gets to me, and the fact that I am here fills me with so much rage that I can't help but wheel around on him and try to seize his throat. I manage to grab him by the neck, lifting him up in the air and slamming him down on the ground. His Rogues growl at me, ready to attack, and this time I'm prepared. But Tristan just laughs and gets up, rubbing his neck. "That's not the way to behave with your new husband, isn't it?" "Go to hell," I snarl at him, but he just lets out a laugh and grabs my arm. "Maybe I can make you learn our ways first."

He took a fist full of my hair and inhaled deeply, “He said he likes your scent.” “I—” I began, but my words were cut off when he thrusted into me hard, and a gasp of pain escaped me. He ran his hands through my hair once again, seemingly unaware of his claws digging into my scalp. “You woke him, Kitten, you’ll have to Tame him.” Now he slammed into me—no rhythm, just hard, rough thrusts that stole every sensation from my lower limbs and despite that, I could still feel the pleasure rising in the pit of my stomach.

Daniel wanted to wrap his hand around her and wanted to tell her how much he missed her but couldn't say anything when he remembered how Savannah wanted to do something bad with him and even almost destroyed his business too. He gently pulled him out of his embrace and said, "Ms George, don't do anything inappropriate. We are in public. And didn't you say I should restrict myself as I am married? I am telling you the same now. You should restrain yourself too around me. After all, I don't want my wife to misunderstand me." "You…" Savannah trembled in anger, "Are you that happy in this marriage? Then what about me? I have given you everything even my first time. Do you have any conscience Dan

Let's get your health back in good shape so we can try for a baby. As I listened to her, that comment from before surfaced once again before my eyes. She'd been pretending to have no sense of direction for five years and deliberately caused me to fall and get hurt. Now she wanted to persuade me to quit my job, aiming to completely turn me into a useless person so she could kick me to the curb. I gave a faint, wry smile. "Alright, then you can resign today. Let's stay home and focus on making a baby." Anna was choked up for a moment. After what felt like a long pause, she let out a soft sigh.