How To Tame My Beastly Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I might actually pee myself here." He laughed at that. "So you’re a ticklish person after all?" "Obviously! Now stop it! We’re outside now, someone might hear us," I scolded him. "So what? You can scream if you want, baby. This is our home." "Your home, not me—Raze! You’re a pest!" I was like a restless worm, constantly blocking his hands as they tried to tickle me again. "Give it a rest." "Cute. Just stop complaining, baby. Remember, I’m your husband now. And is it so wrong to be affectionate? So just let me tickle you!"

He huffed, “This is the thing with you, always rigid. You are my wife, if I want to have sex with you…” I pulled away faster than he could imagine, “I am your wife, not your sex toy, if you want that, you know where you left them,” I hissed. His eyes darkened, “Why do you always act so...” he paused, shaking his head, “you know what, all you needed to accept was the fucking open marriage and we would be living our best lives now,” he said. His eyes hardened, “Don’t bother about the food, you have ruined the mood, I thought we could use this moment to celebrate, my stepfather called me to take over the company in a few days, you should be nice to me.”

Exhausted from being married to a man who looked at me like I was a stranger trespassing on his life. His hand closed around my wrist, pulling me flush against him. The edge of the desk bit into my lower back. My hair spilled over the polished wood. “I didn’t realise Mrs. Whitmore had such… needs,” he said, mocking curling at the edges of his voice. “Tell me who will you run to when you leave me?” “I won’t run to anyone.” My voice trembled, not from fear, but from the pressure mounting in my chest. “I just don’t want to spend my life begging for scraps from my own husband.”

"The best cure for a cheating husband and a stupid wife is sex. Do you even know what sex is? Or are you still a virgin?" "I know I’m stupid, but not that stupid," I muttered. "Good! Then I won’t have to demonstrate how to ride him," she said, hauling me up. "Get your ass ready and make him moan, scream your name, and forget his own damn mistress in plural form. Got it?" "Can you at least say it decently?" I protested as she pushed me toward the stairs. "Forget decency, Loraine. Be wild!" Wild? I don’t do wild.

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

Isabelle asked stiffly. “I'm going to do what I can do, which is keep debunking and proving them wrong... While keeping my mother's last wish safe.” he sighed “Besides, I’m married now. If they think I would keep a lover even if this was all temporary, then these wolves really don't know me.” “Does your wife happen to know?” Belle growled “Because, if I were her, fake husband or not, I would have split your face in two by now.” “I…” Hunter gritted his teeth, embarrassed “I’ll talk to her about it. Or at least I'll try. It seems like whenever I try to talk to her, especially about her family, I use the worst words possible without realizing it.” he huffed, frustrated with himself.

He would eventually die in my hands if he kept blabbing rubbish. "I demand you take me back before my husband comes back." "Shh…You argue too much." He moved close to me, his height towered over me. He leaned forward. "You mean mate. Not husband. You wolves live more like animals so don't say husband like you are human." He poked my chest. " I can be that for you though." I pushed him away from me. I was angry. I could feel my wolf starting to surface. "Take me out of here right now. You are a madman." I yelled.

"Oh, you're fully aware of the consequences, aren't you?" He clenched his jaw tightly, but refrained from speaking. Just before I walked away, I couldn't help but add, "Not once in the past two years have I bothered you or gotten in your way. And if you want to continue living your life peacefully, I suggest you learn to tame yourself before I am forced to unleash my wild side and become the one who tames you." "Do you think grandpa will continue to take your side?" he growled. I flashed a mischievous grin as my fingers danced from his arm up to his face. "Come on, try me," I playfully taunted. "I'll show you exactly what you're searching for, husband..."

“You’re his business partner, Luke. It's crazy.” “It’s perfect,” I insist. “You’ve got leverage, Julie. If he thinks I’m on your side, he’ll feel the heat. He can’t afford to lose control over me, and he sure as hell won’t let you go if he thinks you’re the key to keeping me happy. Use that. When you start making demands—like him kicking Emily out of his life—he’ll have no choice but to do it.” She stares at me like I’ve sprouted a second head. “You’re seriously suggesting I manipulate my husband?”