Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

I warn. "How else will I get out?" she questions. "I'm gonna get you dressed," I tell her as I push her back to the seat where her bikini floats; I reach for the bra first, tieing it around her neck awkwardly, and then I reluctantly remove myself from her vagina to cover her down below. "Are you jealous?" she asks me with a smirk. "Yes. Yes, I fucking am," I growl against her ear. "And a man is never more dangerous than when he's utterly jealous and out of control, Bianca."

I finally look at him. There's a thunderous expression on his face. The bruises make him look even more lethal, like a wounded predator. "Throw. It. Away." I tilt my head, smiling sweetly. "Why? Jealous?" His nostrils flare. "I'm not jealous," he says through his teeth. "I'm disgusted. That necklace is a leash. He's trying to remind you who had you first. He's trying to make you doubt us. And you're sitting here playing with it like it's a fucking toy."

The idea of her being intimate with someone else fills me with a toxic mix of jealousy and anger, intensifying the turmoil within me. The overwhelming emotions of possessiveness and jealousy grip me tightly as I stand on the terrace, struggling to contain the turbulent thoughts swirling in my mind. The idea of Saraya being intimate with someone else fills me with a sense of betrayal and anger, fueling my need to assert control over her. In a moment of realization, I acknowledge that Saraya is not someone to be objectified or degraded. She is mine and mine alone, and I have a deep sense of ownership over her. As the intensity of my emotions begins to subside, I slowly release my grip on the r

No, Lord God, take me away from that obsessed man. Javen so infuriated with the investigation without the result coming out. He felt so jealous. He was even a little angry with me that he punished me in bed, bent his jealousy on me almost every night. I felt sad about this situation, maybe Javen thought I really knew the person and I'm lying about this.

Jacqueline in a tight full body latex, Jacqueline in a black leather collar with a ring and a leash, Jacqueline in her knee length boots kneeling under me, Jacqueline strapped and bound to the large wooden X. And the last thought of displaying her on the X for other members to watch didn't sit well with me, I didn't want to parade her, I wanted her for me and Grady. The bond we have, the three of us together was it. "Wear what you have here, we're just going to look. I don't feel like participating." "Oh," "No, Jacqueline, you're ours. I'm not sharing you with others." The possessiveness bleed out of my mouth easily and it made Jacqueline bite her lip and drink her water.

The knot in my stomach tightens further, twisting into something sharper, spreading upward into my chest until my breathing shifts, and I find it hard to breathe. I down the second drink, but it does nothing because whatever this is, this thing sitting in my chest, tightening, spreading, refusing to loosen, I recognize it now. It’s jealousy. Raw. Unwelcome. And far more consuming than I am prepared for. I signal for another drink, the motion automatic, the need to replace the burn with another immediate when something else catches my attention. A flash of a gold cane resting neatly against the counter beside me. I exhale slowly before lifting my gaze as dark hazel eyes meet mine. Sharp and k

“Are you jealous she's my wife and not you?" His words felt like a jolt to reality and I glared at him with utmost contempt, shoving him yet again but the asshole instantly used that as an opportunity to restrain me with one of his hands, plastering my hands above my head and forcing me to bare my neck to him, my back arched up.

I could feel the tension tightening every muscle in my body, my pulse pounding with something that felt far too much like jealousy. What the fuck? Jealousy? I don’t get jealous. Heck, I don’t even do feelings like this. But watching them together made my blood burn in a way I couldn’t control. I knew it was stupid. She wasn’t mine. But try telling that to the part of me that wanted to march over there and tear Allister’s smug face in two. For a moment, I stayed frozen, watching them. Trying to talk myself down. Breathe. Be rational. Logical. Diplomatic.

"If I hadn't let that greed get the best of me, you wouldn't have felt pressured to act like that yesterday." Argh, damn... I almost forgot. "Don't let other men touch you, Reddy." He says, running his fingers slowly down my arm, chilling my skin where they pass. "It bothers me." My lips tremble slightly and I muster all my courage to get those words out, because I know I need to be honest too... And when a sigh escapes through the gap between my lips, I manage to say, "I got jealous too." Jasper pulls away slightly, just so he can look at my expression hidden in his chest. With his hand again to my face, he lifts it slightly, making me raise my eyes.

I gripped the wall with violently trembling fingers, whimpering softly as my core throbbed with a wild, senseless need, slick heat already gathering between my thighs despite the chill. The irrational jealousy I'd felt after watching Velvet trail behind Kieran earlier had transformed into a hunger that was pounding at the walls of my consciousness. After shutting off the shower with a rough jerk, I stepped out, still wet. Breathing hard, I reached for a thin black silk slip dress with loose spaghetti straps off the hook and pulled it on in a hurry.