Jealous Possessive Husband Books Novels & Stories

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

I remembered clearly how she dashed out of the hospital when her husband called. What happened this time- She's slowing down, looking at the sky and sighing heavily. My hands itch to hold her hand and walk down the road like we're lovers but that much is hard for her to do. I only got lucky back there in her bedroom this morning. I couldn’t contain my own jealousy. I feared I might have beheaded that damn man if he put anything inside her. Just hearing her moans was enough to turn me possessive. Her body, heart and soul are all mine.

I sneered, genuinely confused, not understanding what he implies, and not believing he could ever feel jealous. He yanked my ponytail and shoved my head back, growling, “You can't wear this in front of him.” His voice thick with possessiveness. Maybe it was childish—immature even—but knowing he was jealous because of me sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach. I was secretly thrilled. I mocked, cautiously, aware I was treading a dangerous ground, cramming myself into a corner, but I couldn't resist the temptation of drawing out his true feelings. “He’s going to be my husband soon… and… he’ll see more, touch more of me.”

Caroline whispered, venom dripping from every syllable. "You heard me," Tessa said calmly. "Nathan Hale is my husband. We got married secretly two days ago." She delivered every word deliberately while watching Caroline's eyes widen. "This is my home. You're just a lonely woman who's always wanted to be me. You're trying to take something that never has and never will be yours." Caroline stepped back as if slapped. Everything she had built her pride on crumbled in seconds. "Liar!" she screamed. Her voice cracked. "You're the most disgusting liar I've ever met. Nathan would never lower himself to marry you. Your father is a criminal and you're a gold digger who trapped him with a bastard kid.

I didn't care. “You're being stupid,” I whispered to myself. I reminded myself that Elijah Roosevelt was a patient. He was the enemy. He was the rival of my husband. My body didn't care about any of that. My body remembered the way his breathing changed when I gave him a shot. My body remembered how his muscles shook. My body remembered the heat that spread through my stomach when I saw how hard he was. I hadn't felt that heat in two years. Two years of Delson touching me like I was just a hole he could fuck. Two years of lying and thinking about work while my husband had sex with me. Two years of… nothing.

“I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else, Grace. Only I can touch you until you’re officially not my wife anymore.” “Your possessiveness is suffocating, Steve. Let’s just get through these last days and move on with our lives.” She insists, constantly trying to break free from my hold. I take a deep breath to compose myself before moving away from her. Then we head towards the car, my mind racing with possessive thoughts. The drive back home is filled with silence. I just can’t shake off the image of her talking to that man, possessiveness and jealousy are driving me insane.

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

I said calmly. Her eyes bug out then nodded. “Yes sure. I’m sorry.” After Jana left, Yelle also said her goodbye. "I'm leaving too, you're being possessive now." She said teasingly. When the two left, my husband turned to me. "What was that wife?" I raised my brow. “What do you mean?” “The thing that you just did.” I smirked. “I thought you want me to get jealous and be possessive of you?” Suddenly he bit his lower lip. It seems like he is keeping himself from smiling.

My mind is racing through all the lines I can use to get her out of this bar and back to my apartment for a long night of no holds barred and waking the fucking neighbor, seeing as my cock has no interest in anything but in this beauty in front of me. -Are you married? Other than being with me on a purely false basis? she asks, a small smile curving her fucking luscious lips. I don't have an explanation for playing the jealous husband card, except that it brought out most basic possessive instincts in me. If they were stronger, I would have been thrown off the bar for pissing a circle around her to mark my territory, and challenging any man who thought he had balls big enough to take her fro

And they always were. I knew why they were here and as much as I wanted to deal with this problem in my own way, I couldn't just kill the woman who I owed my life to and I kind of like her husband despite how much he aggravated me with her intense over the moon possessiveness and jealousy— which was kinda amusing to be honest. I had never understood that emotion, how could a man ever be jealous of another. Shouldn't a man be confident enough in his ability to keep the woman he wanted from straying away and if she did then she wasn't worth keeping.