Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

F**k you Leonel Virek! I released her instantly, stepping away from her. A faint red imprint bloomed across the delicate underside of her wrist, that happened due to my grip. Seeing it made something inside me clenched tight. And the heat that rushed through me— F**k! F**k! F**k! What have I done?! She didn’t deserve it! Not my desperation. Not my fear and jealousy dressed up as anger. And definitely not the madness that had made me drag her into a shadowed alcove like some unhinged, territorial wolf.

* In Night Howl Pack, “You intentionally stained my bachelorette party dress, you jealous bitch!” Jessica snapped at Isabella, her voice shrill with accusation. Isabella froze, shocked. She shook her head quickly. “No, Jessica—I only ironed your dress like you asked. It was perfectly fine. I don’t know how that stain appeared.” “You liar!” Jessica screamed, tears welling in her eyes. “You’ve always been jealous of me. Can’t you stand to see me happy? Is it my fault your husband loves another woman and treats you like trash, while my mate loves me and is giving me a lavish wedding?”

After, he'd fuck my pussy gentle, whispering, "You're mine. No one else." The leaks stopped—Jax handled Lena somehow, threats or whatever. But the jealousy lingered, making our sex dirtier. I craved it now. His dark claim stronger. But drama brewed. That pregnancy scare loomed.

“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 lost it. Maybe you're too old to hear me the first time?" The venom in my voice surprised even me. I wanted to hurt him—wanted to snap something in him the way he always snapped me. His hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me up roughly. He didn't speak as he shoved me back against the seat, pinning my arms above my head with one hand. His other hand ran down my neckline—not gently. Not lovingly. Searching. Accusing. "Stop it!" I shouted, writhing under his grip. "It's not on me! You think I hid it in my bra, you lunatic?"

"I hate hearing that name." If he was my boyfriend, I would also be insecure. If he was my real husband, I would be jealous of anyone trying to be with him. Someone had already taken my husband once, and I did not want it to happen again for the second time. That would be too much. I removed my phone from my pocket and put it on the side table. Feeling hot, I removed my shirt leaving my bra with me, and followed my jeans to strip. "What are you doing, woman? Plan on seducing me again?" he asked. "You will not succeed."

"They've gone way too far! Even if you can tolerate this, I can't!" "Exactly! Let's get up there and teach that pair of lowlifes a lesson!" They clenched their fists, fuming and ready to storm the stage to teach Amelia and Zayden a lesson. I held them back. "Violence is for fools. Don't worry; I'll make them regret this." Despite my warnings, they seethed and muttered curses under their breath at Zayden. I remained silent and secretly recorded the couple's passionate kissing display. After what felt like an eternity, Zayden finally let go of Amelia. He shot me a provocative look and said, "Are you feeling jealous, Mason? I noticed you stood up earlier and tried to rile up the executives. Do

DADDY FINDS ME TIED UP I pull against the straps, enjoying the snugness on my wrists. We've never done this before, but I already feel this amazing tug in my stomach. I'm incredibly excited, the bad girl in me wants to come out and get a little nasty. I look at my boyfriend, James, as he fastens my leg to the corner post of my bed. The look in his eye is one of burning desire. I can see his mouth mulling around, as if he's thinking about eating me up.

Jaye slumped against the couch and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. Jealous? The word echoed in the silence. No. It was disgusting. Disgust for a man who could so easily cheat on his wife, disgust for herself for wanting him so desperately. It was just physical. A chemical reaction. An itch that only he could scratch. She took a deep breath, plastered the serene smile back on her face and stepped out of the room, ready to rejoin her own bachelor party

So cute! "Okay. You're so possessive. Should I start to get scared of you? What if you suddenly locked me up in a room just because you wanted to have me all to yourself? " I teased him. "Don't give me ideas, Moo. And how could I not be jealous? Since we entered this mall, everyone has been looking at you, especially assholes. They keep on staring at you as if they were undressing in their minds! " Clyde said, annoyed. I encircled my arms around his neck.