Husband Wants Novels & Stories

The servants immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab me. I dodged them and snapped, "Grayson, you have no right to lock me up." Grayson let out a cold laugh, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're my wife now. I can discipline you however I see fit." For a moment, I was stunned. I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me.

I gasped as he cupped my right bosom and circled his other hand to spread my legs wide, my eyes widened as I tried to close them but he placed his knee and pressed his body more. “Why, baby? Would you mind if I say I want to fuck your mouth? Theodore might have taught you how to be a good little cocksucker,” “N-No!” I panted as he rubbed my core over the clothes and the fire started flaming. “What if I want to taste your pussy? Or put my fingers inside you?” His vulgar words whispered through the breeze flamed my cheeks with embarrassment. No man was as shameless as this beast of a husband. “Or put my cock in you? Would you like that?” He whispered hoarsely.

Me Smith was taken aback at his demand, even shocked. He never thought his son would still want that girl even after knowing she was already married to someone else. " but son " Mr smith wanted to make him give up but Evan cut off his words, " You said anything, " Evan raised his eyebrows angrily. " yeah but she has someone already," Mr Smith said unhappily. " So what, if I can make her mine as a man I know her husband would never want a wife after knowing his wife has already gone to another man's bed," Evan said as nothing mattered in front of his craziness.

I said. Hen frowned, “Did you think that I brought you here to have you slave away in the kitchen?” he asked. He looked genuinely angry, frustrated at the fact that I had said something. “No… I am the one who cooks for my husband, so I just…” He moved closer, his hand grabbing my waist as he pulled me to his body, “I am not your husband, and I don’t think I will ever let you set one foot into the kitchen if you were my wife,” he said.

“You’re not worth 10 million. In fact, I could never afford what you’re worth. So please let’s forget about last night happened.” “I don’t want to.” Gosh! This was beginning to frustrate me. “What then do you want?” “I want you to finish what you started.” I blinked.”In what sense?” “Spend a night with me.” Had he gone mad? “I am your cousin’s wife.”I reminded. “I don’t think he actually regards you as his wife, if he did, you wouldn’t have gone to the bar last night.” I argued.”I…we…” “He’s expecting a child from another woman.”

Shame and anger mix together, and tears well up in my eyes uncontrollably. "Enough! Let go of me!" I pushed him away with all my strength. Hugh's bloodshot eyes suddenly softened, filled with sadness. His voice was hoarse. "Shelia, tell me, do you really want to be with this man? Do you really want to push me away?" I let out a cold laugh, turned my head to avoid his intense gaze. "Hugh, we're over. Why should you care who I'm with? What right do you have?" He paused, his expression darkening, but he still held onto me tightly. "Because I'm your husband, because..."

"Then what do you want? New husband?” “Please stop! Why do your words offend me more and more like that? I don't want a husband, because I think having one husband is too much trouble, having two will be more troublesome and will give me a headache. I really don't want a new husband or a date. So don't think so petty about me." "Alright alright, this time I'm asking seriously, what do you want?"

I have some kind of irritation with the word 'husband'. I gave up about Harsh, for whom I'm crying, whom I met a few days ago. I don't know what he feels for me. He is going to marry someone, he has his own life. The HR, Richie rich person, he can do as he wants. If he really loves me, he could break his wedding, at least he can share his feelings. He cared for me, it was genuine. If I was at his place, I'll do the same as he did.

I giggle, resuming to bubbly lovey-dovey mood. "What's next? What does my wife want?" He implores. "Anything my husband wants." I giggle back. "A three-day getaway from this steam as we think things through? Just you and I." He mumbles. Huh? A what? That was nowhere on my list of his wants right now. He wants a getaway in the middle of all this chaos? "I know it sounds crazy but, we need this. You shouldn't be dealing with so much in your condition. So aside from ourselves, let's do it for the baby." He insists.