Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

"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

My skin flushed hotter; this was a pet attire, meant to display. My palms curled tight around the fabric, nails biting until the sting cut through the fog. I slipped into the shorts. It was tight, riding up my ass, the mesh teasing my still-hard cock. The harness buckled across my pecs, straps digging into my shoulders. Shameful heat pooled in my gut, but my traitorous dick twitched against the thin barrier.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

My hands were trembling slightly with excitement and nerves, but I hid them in my bag. Jace wasn’t at his office yet. Neither was Celeste. Of course they weren't. They were probably together somewhere right now, kissing, touching, and doing all the things I'd watched in that video. My hands clenched into fists. My jaw tightened. The jealousy burned so hot in my chest I thought I might explode. He was supposed to be mine. Mine alone. Not hers. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. Getting angry wouldn’t help. I needed to stay focused and smart.

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

And the sight of him, exposed and defiant, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through me. His cock was thick, heavy, already throbbing. No wonder he was the hottest stripper in town. No wonder my fiancee had succumbed to his allure, the reason my fiancee had thrown away the future, the reason I was standing in this godforsaken basement, consumed by a desire I hadn't anticipated. A strange mix of jealousy and possessiveness twisted inside me. I wanted him. I wanted to own him, body and soul.

Low, deadly, possessive. And for the first time, I feel it. A dark jealousy. From Scar.

Jealousy was written all over him. Every rational thought left his mind. "How could she? Has she really moved on again?" He knew they weren’t together anymore, but to see her with someone else like this. It was unbearable. His hands clenched into fists as he stormed over to the couple, barely able to control his emotions. He grabbed the man by the shoulder, yanking him away from the woman. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jack shouted, his voice booming through the food counter. The guy stumbled backward, completely shocked. The woman stood up quickly, her eyes wide…

I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady my breathing. “I’m not ‘parading’ around,” I tried to make my voice less trembly. “And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with what I wear.” His eyes darkened, his voice dropping even lower. “There is when every man in this building can see every curve that belongs to me.” I froze, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. The possessiveness in his tone was like a brand, searing into me, leaving me breathless. Wait. Is he jealous?