Novel & Cerita How To Tame My Beastly Husband

The husband just got more and more crazy on top of her body. It turned out that the husband's ultimate weapon, which had been standing upright, was no longer able to resist the temptation of his wife's body. Felix immediately removed his boxer shorts. His combat equipment is combat-ready now. The husband then began to spread Cyra's legs and tried to insert his ultimate weapon into his wife's heaven on earth. It was tight in there, and Felix liked it. Her husband began to do his death shake, which at first was slow but deep. "Ah ... out! Mas! My husband ...!" Cyra raved.

Even the thought of his touch revolted me. He stilled, his hands falling to his side uselessly. “Yes, I am the beast you married,” he said, his voice strong and masculine, which surprised me a little. I thought he would sound monstrous instead of so—male. “What do you think is going to happen, dear husband?” I asked. My voice could cut glass. “You think I will be your dutiful little wife who is going to perform my womanly duties. Then we will have children, live happily ever after. Is that what you think?”

With a triumphant grin, I uttered, “You won’t be able to take back your pure and gullible wife, but you can possess her at your discretion. Treat her like a loyal dog, play with her to your heart’s content. Maybe you could adorn her with a collar, but...” I paused in the middle of my sentence, my eyes fixated on the man’s impatient expression. After a moment, I continued speaking, my voice modest and consistent, “But instead of trying to make her follow you, it might be more effective to put a collar around her neck and give her a firm spanking on her butt.”

“Yeah. The zoo.” His laughter is rich and contagious, and I can’t help joining in. God, this feels so warm and real, like we belong here somehow, like we’re playing a part that makes perfect sense. “So this rule book you said your husband sent you,” he says after a beat, his tone playful again. “How many of those rules are you planning on breaking?” “Huh?” I blink. “What?” He shrugs, lips twitching with amusement. “You have to be a little rebellious. He doesn’t deserve you.”

This would be the part where the seductive beauty gently strokes the man’s chest, igniting a fire in his soul, except I don’t have the balls for that yet. “Go back to your room,” he says when he’s finished looking and clearly deemed me unworthy. I’m stunned and silent for a moment. This is the part where the fictional man would gently cup their love interest’s face with both hands and declare their undying love. Maybe growl possessively that they can’t live without them a moment longer. That’s what was supposed to happen to this naïve idiot. My husband, however, doesn’t do anything like that. He stands stock still with his fists clenched, and his eyes flashing erratically between the gold of

he said. *** Bennett. Every day in this fucking mansion with Hester was fucking torture for me wolf. Even though I had fucked her countless times since we arrived at the mansion. My wolf always wanted to get out and bury his fangs in her to mark her. However, it was getting harder and harder to keep me in check. So, unbeknownst to Hester, I was injecting one of Stephanie's positions to put my wolf to sleep when I was fucking my wife. In fact, I was afraid that one day I would lose control and my wolf would take over and mark her, after all, she was slowly losing power over me.

Licking one last lick on my wound, he pulled away, his eyes flashed gold. He looked like a beast hungry for his prey. Instead of installing fear inside me, it did not. Instead, my toes curled in excitement. My heart beat wildly against my ribcage. This was what I wanted since then. And now, it was happening. "You are mine," Lennox growled. “No one is allowed to touch you,” he hissed. Wrapping my hands on his neck, I said, "I am only for you and you are mine, my husband."

Emma was already there, her concerned gaze meeting mine as I burst through the door. "Elara, what happened?" she asked, rushing to my side. I took a deep breath, the events tumbling out in a torrent. "The Lycan King... he proposed marriage as a condition for his protection. My father refused, and Gareth... he hit me, Emma. He hit me in front of everyone." Emma's eyes widened in shock and anger. "That bastard! How dare he!" "What am I supposed to do, Emma?" I continued, my voice shaking. "My mate hates me. Dad is the only family I have left, and we can't even protect each other."

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

I demanded half his assets before agreeing to marry Nate. I had helped Nate survive his financial collapse, yet he had repaid me by falling in love with someone else. Before leaving, I pointed at Grace. "You'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, believe it or not, I can make whatever's in your belly turn into a corpse real fast." "If you dare touch her, I'll never let you off!" Nate shouted at me. I laughed. "It all depends on how well you behave. If you piss me off, I'll teach her a lesson anytime. Trash like her only understands discipline."