How To Tame My Beastly Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he chuckled lazily, pleased from the fear in my eyes for him. “I'm your husband and darling...” he paused and grabbed by waist. I squealed by sudden contact with my heart thumping loudly in my ears. He lowered his head and nibbled my earlobe lightly “husbands can do anything they want to, to their wife.” I gulped and panicked being in his arms afraid he might sense my uneasiness. He then looked up and locked his thrilled black orbs to my terrified brown ones. Licking his lower lips a smirk played on his handsome face as my husband commanded in his usual cold tone “so be a perfect wife and warm my bed.”

I stir, and get up, shaking off his hand. “ Hey. You're back.” He hums, resuming his exploration. I shake off his hands again. “ I'm somewhat tired. Can this wait?” He snaps. “ No, it can't.” “ Come on, Adam. Tomorrow, maybe.” “ I'm your husband, and you should not say no to me,” he barked, and pinned down my two hands above the bed, voice sharp and aggressive. I didn't fight back. Docile, I close my eyes as he mounted my body, and dragged down my pants halfway with his one hand before taking out his d*ck.

He affirmed before taking the plates one by one on the table. She observed how her husband treats her. He's gentle, far from the real Colton he witnessed last night. Ever since they set up to marry, Colton has been always making decisions with Lissie following obediently with no objections. But today, the unusual gentleness Colton showed Lissie made her uncomfortable. ‘Wake up, Lissie! This monster is ready to trade your baby's life! Don’t fall for his trojan traps’ With that thought, Lissie jerked on the bowl along with the tray. Shattered glasses fell on the ground, mirroring their fragment relationship.

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?”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, shoulders shaking like it costs her pride. When she's finally done with the blood on the vial, I yank the glass from her hands. “You think stabbing him, screaming, and running through hallways will save you?” I force her to meet my eyes. “It won’t. You’re only feeding his obsession.” Her brows knit with fury. “He doesn’t get tired when you fight,” I continue. “He gets hungrier. Next time you want to live through it, offer yourself to him instead of playing stubborn prey. Learn to obey your husband before he breaks you.”

- About what? - It turns out my husband has a loft in the city, and I’d like to know what he does there. - I would advise you to focus on making him fall in love with you for now. Once that’s done, you’ll see that he’ll stop his debauched behavior. You need to establish your hold on him first. Forget about the loft; discovering something will only hurt you more. You’ll see when he falls in love with you; you’ll be more at peace. But I will help you access his phone; give me yours.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

"You're with the keys. Do I need to remind you everything? she mocked, walking away. This woman was like an addiction, you could never get enough. Everything was beginning to seem fun. All I needed was to gain just a little trust right? how hard could it possibly be. ***************** your likes and reviews mean so much to me, so do it. thanks you so much for coming this far who do you think would make a better couple, heather and James, or James and ken? stay tuned!!

Leslie shook her head in negation lowering her head, wishing she could sink further into the chair. “Mother!!” Julian’s deep voice bellowed. “Do. Not. Speak. To. My. Wife. In. That. Manner if you want this dinner to go on peacefully.” That shut everyone up for a while. “She was given a month to assimilate with the customs and affairs of the Blackwoods, right? And according to my calculations, it ends in 5 days. So tell me, why can't I, her HUSBAND, take her out for a trip? Is there a restriction to that as well?”

my husband replies grimly, “He can go to hell. He has no idea what he’s doing. In fact, I’d be happy to let him know if you like. It would truly give me pleasure to tell him exactly what I think of him and his policies. Just say the word!” “Thank you, and absolutely no offense taken, but you need to listen,” Tabby says, taking a deep breath, “The thing is, he does this all the time. Gets angry, tells me I don’t belong with him, stops contacting me for a few days. And then he comes back, and acts as if nothing has happened. So, I need you to understand what you are getting into here. He is going to be furious when he finds out. Full on crazy. He doesn’t expect me to leave him, ever. And I hon