Jealousy Got Me Strapped Mga Nobela at Kwento

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." "Noted," she giggles.

“Now you know what happens when you try to make me jealous. This is what you get. This is what I do.” Dante dragged his thumb through the mess on my stomach and smeared it higher, streaking it up my skin like a brand. His eyes were black, dangerous. “You’re marked. Don’t even think about running to another man. Don’t even think about smiling at another man. No. You’re mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to keep. If another bastard even breathes near you, I’ll destroy him. You’ll never belong to anyone else. Every time you feel me on your skin, remember exactly who put it there.” Heat and shame slammed into me all at once. Sticky proof of him clung to me, his jealousy rolling off him in waves s

She was afraid that, at some point, I would end up showing my love to someone else behind her back. So, she deliberately sought out Ian. She'd deliberately behaved intimately with him, picking him up on rainy days and taking photo after photo with him. She wanted to see me get jealous. She wanted me to get angry and have a fit, going berserk because of her. Only then did she feel loved, cared for, and seen. She'd think to herself, "See? That proves how much he cares about me." That gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction, making her feel secure.

Jessica’s eyes tracked every item. I knelt beside her, lifted her head, and buckled the collar snugly around her throat. The metal ring sat at the hollow of her throat. I clipped the leash on and gave a short tug that forced her chin up. “Look at the camera again,” I ordered. She turned her head. “Tell it you belong on this leash.” Her voice came out hoarse. “I belong on Stephanie’s leash. I’m her tennis slut. She can use me however she wants.”

Jasmine I finally stepped my feet in to my house and I couldn’t help but tremble. Goosebumps suddenly developed all over my skin. I felt so nervous and for a second, I was out of breath as I griped my chest tight. I never could have thought that I would cheat on my husband. I was fucking out of my mind! Slowly, I made my way inside. It was already 11.00 AM in the morning and I knew that Jeff would probably be at work.

That quick look at me, though, was enough to stir up the feelings I was trying to hold back. I felt my hands make fists at my sides, my nails pressing into my palms as I made myself remain calm. I took a deep breath and told myself I have no right to feel jealous. Seeing them hug was fucking hard to bear. I could feel the guards and servants looking at us. Before I knew it, my heart had began to beat fast, each beat full of anger and something else I did not want to feel – something too much like jealousy. "We are fine, Oliver," Jasper finally said.

As I stood in the shower, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. Our three-year-long mate bond was ending today. That thought left a sharp pain in my chest, almost suffocating me. As pain washed over me, a melodious ringtone reached my ears. Oh, no! I almost forgot I had to deliver a design proposal to an important client today. Hastily, I dressed up, grabbed my purse, and rushed downstairs. As I ran, I called out to Marcus, saying, "Marcus, please help arrange a ride for me!"

The inside job had fractured their trust completely, leaving them all raw and exposed in ways that made every interaction feel like walking through a minefield. Back at the hideout, the tension boiled over into something raw and desperate. Jax pulled Elara against the wall the moment the door closed, his mouth crashing down on hers in a bruising, claiming kiss. “You touched him,” he growled against her lips, hands roaming her body with aggressive hunger. The jealousy from earlier had turned into pure, possessive need, his body pressing her hard against the wall as he stripped her clothes off with impatient hands.

Why is it so hard to get it! But, I could not bring my hands back as he grabbed them tightly. "Wait... Are you jealous because of that?" He arched his brow. There was no trace of anger on his face but a strange satisfaction lingered. I blinked, mouth agape. Seriously!? At this point, he is asking me that!? I want to kill him for real! "Fuck you!" I snapped and tried to struggle out of his strong grip when I felt another sharp pain in my abdomen as I winced in his grip.

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”