How To Tame My Beastly Husband Novels & Stories

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

My husband, the Beast. The arrogant, controlling, infuriating man I swore I hated and the truly terrifying part is that I didn't stop him. I kissed him back.

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."

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,

I pinned him down until he completely let me dominate him and show him how wild and crazy his wife could go for him. I gave him an opportunity to breathe and trailed kisses down his masculine and firm jaw to his neck. I left open-mouthed kisses there, earning satisfying, throaty groans of pleasure from him. He was having a hard time keeping his hands off my body. I loved his desperation and how I was driving him insane. I traced his perfectly divided abs with my inexperienced hands, planting wet kisses. Good Lord. I never knew I possessed so much passion for a man, and that I could actually do so much for my husband without being guided.

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.”