Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

He even crouched just so he could look at me carefully. "What if I am?" he asked dangerously. I was caught off guard as my lips remained parted. But then, I laughed sarcastically. How dare he get jealous? "The fuck, Delton?" I shook my head as I raised my hand and showed him my wedding ring. "I already have a ring on my finger and you're still jealous! You already have my signature, my body, and even my life, but I am still not allowed to crush other men?!" I turned back out of annoyance and fisted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly, and when I opened them again, I saw disbelief in his eyes.

I pace back and forth in my luxurious office, frustration radiating from every fiber of my being as I clutch my phone tightly in my hand. With each step, my mind replays the images that have ignited the raging inferno of jealousy within me. I can't shake the sight of Valentina and James, their smiles radiant as they sit together in the cozy café, captured in a moment of apparent intimacy. Dialing Giovanni's number, I press the phone to my ear, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. As the call connects, I waste no time in unleashing my torrent of emotions.

Arella stiffens. Then, slowly, she sits on the edge of the huge king-sized bed, her fingers curling into the sheets. "I thought so too, but I don't think he has" she admits softly, but her body is tense. "He was asking me weird shit, like about a necklace he gave me in college, and whether we were happy and other stuff." A sharp, hot wave of something crashes over me. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Fury. I move closer, my jaw ticking, my chest rising and falling with measured breaths. Cupping her jaw, I tilt her face up to mine, forcing those deep blue irises to meet my own.

I freeze, my heart thundering at his words. Was he jealous because they touched me, that they tried to rape me? For a moment, I’m unable to put two words together, unable to focus on what he had just said. “Get off me. I can’t believe you’re jealous.” I muttered, shoving him as hard as I could. He didn’t budge, just tilted his head to look at my hands on his chest, making me yank them back quickly. I clutch his jacket tighter, knowing it is the only thing that offered me cover from his burning gaze.

Alex was a jealous maniac and he couldn't bear the thought of seeing me with someone else. "Strip!" He yelled in a demanding tone. I quickly removed my clothes, feeling a sense of dread was over me. I stood bare before him, his eyes roamed over my body with a mix of lust and possession. He removed his clothes, revealing his arousal and walked close to me. He smashed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly, without love but anger. "Did he make you feel like this when he tried kissed you?" He asked, his voice dripping with jealousy. I shook my head, but it was a lie. My mind was elsewhere with Julian whose presence had made me hot and bothered.

I throw my head back at his chest as he pulls the elastic of my bra. “You thought?” he asks, grabbing my throat from behind.. I rise on my tiptoes. “Answer me, Little Riley,” he growls into my ear, making me shiver. “I thought… it would take you a while… I am not messing with him or with you.” “You sure are trying to make me jealous,” he says as tightens his hold on my neck. It’s a strange feeling. Mikolaj is acting jealous and possessive. Even though he is holding me by the neck, technically, I have him by his balls. It feels like a power trip.

He pinned her hands above her head and increased his pace "Fuck...I missed this" he muttered a curse when he felt himself getting to the edge, the feeling he got from the woman whimpering beneath him was something that drove him insane. He wanted her and only her "Mmm... Leo...please" she begged not because she wanted him to continue but she felt guilty, she was with Justin and now Leo was back to his old jealous behavior. He didn't care about anyone other than keeping her to himself even when she asked him to stay away

Gently, she took my hand and whispered, "If you don't want to let go, I'll die for you. If you don't want the responsibility, I'll go to jail in your place." No sooner had she said those words than she yanked the rosary bead bracelet off my wrist, snapping it apart. She used the moment to pull me into a hug, her sharp nails digging deep into my burned back. "But please, don't make Milton mad. I can't bear to see him upset," she whispered. I didn't even have time to cry out. Instinctively, I shoved her away. A glass cup on the nightstand tipped and crashed to the floor. The shards pierced through the sole of my foot, and a fresh jolt of pain shot through my hand as I caught myself.

It sounded so twisted and dark. “I’ll be jealous if you won’t get honest with me. I’ll be jealous if you start seeing him secretly. I’ll be jealous if I feel threatened by him. I need to trust that you’ll always be open with me about everything.” “You have nothing to be jealous of though. What I feel when I see Conrad is like a fan screaming to be glanced at, I guess.” I said, chuckling at myself. I do want him to be jealous though, like before. I leaned back in my seat, a grin spreading across my face. “I don’t think Conrad will cross the line either. He didn’t do anything when he got me alone to himself once.”

Then, he took her feet and started massaging it. So, I just stared at them. At this point, I would admit that I was boiling in wrath. I was definitely not happy to see him hold her that way. How could he let go of me and rush to her so fast? Hadn't she only sprained her ankle or something? Was she his wife? Embarrassed, I tightened my fist, looked down, and shut my eyes. No. This had better not be what I was thinking. This had to be a joke. How did I make myself feel this way? I was… jealous? What the heck? ---