Novel & Cerita Jealous Possessive Husband Books

Faith said teasingly nudging her arm. “But we should appreciate God’s creation and this one is so perfect.” Hazel commented pouting. “I think your husband won’t like you complementing other men.” Now faith was getting jealous. “Oh don’t even ask! That man is crazily possessive! He had spanked me once for I guess what? I don’t even remember it was that minor issue. He and his over possessiveness is unbelievable!” Hazel huffed as crimson dusted her cheeks remembering the determined look in the eyes of her husband when exiting the house.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

"Okay, okay… I’m on my laptop at night because I’ve been keeping my real husband company. You didn’t think you were the only one, did you?” He shot both eyes open. My giggle filled the room like moonlight spilling through sheer curtains. It was amusing—but for a moment, something glinted in his eyes. Jealousy. Pure, raw, male possessiveness. And oh, it was delicious. "Oh my God, Sebastian. Are you jealous?" I asked, still laughing. "No, I’m not, why would I," he stated smugly. "I can’t be jealous because you, wife, already belong to me."

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

She smirks, her hand reaching to his tie, " You should be proud that lots of people find your wife beautiful! She is hot. Maybe I can find someone better to" Her eyes widen when Marquis locks her lips, biting her bottom lip, " I would rather see you ugly in front of thousands of people than see you hot. Your everything should belong to me. This heart to this gorgeous body. I am not a good man who would let you seduce with your beauty, Sweetheart!" Oryx's mischievous grin reaches its edge. She likes to provoke the man before her eyes whose eyes flash anger, jealousy and possessiveness. Welcoming her husband with a passionate kiss, she wraps her arms around his neck. She would like to see this

“He could have helped you without marrying you. He didn’t need to put a ring on your finger. How dare another man claim what belonged to me?” I parted my lips to argue, to scream, and to remind him that he had lost the right to say anything about my life but the words died in my throat. Because he meant it. There was no exaggeration in his tone. No anger just for show. This wasn’t pride speaking. This was something deeper, something raw, ugly, and possessive. Gods, how could a person be so jealous that even death wasn’t enough? How could he want to kill a man who was already gone?

There are shelves with hundreds of books and a desk in the center. But I can't focus on this much because the idiot who claims to be my husband grabs my arm to face him. "Could you tell me what's wrong with you?," he demands with a hardened voice. "Let go of me." "Not until you tell me what's bothering you!," he insists. "Let go of me," I retort, managing to free myself. "Go be with Olivia and leave me alone." "Are you serious? And I was the one who wasn't supposed to have ridiculous jealousy," he says with a smile, throwing back at me what I said earlier.

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I tease which made her laugh. ” I actually like you alot Alec, and I'm so happy my brother brought us such a wonderful woman.” I place my hand on hers, appreciating the words she said. “ So? yeah as you already know my past, in the beginning of our marriage i was a rebel. I fight a lot with him but every time that happens we always end up having such great sex. I still hate him but not as much as before. But his obsession and possessiveness is quite suffocating at first. I tried as many times as I could to run away from his clutch but I always ended up getting caught. My husband is a Mafia Boss and his childhood and his father’s upbringing was different from us normal civilians. In short, wh

And I was the reason for it. “I love you,” I whispered again. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.” Fuck. I am still a possessive asshole. But it is true. He is mine and I’ll do anything even grovel at his feet and give my life for him to love me again.