Master's Untamed Wife Novels & Stories

“Tell me about your wife.” The light returns to Stephan’s eyes, and he begins to describe the image of a woman with bleached blonde hair and green eyes, with freckles dotting her nose and the lower sides of her face sparingly. Then he goes further to describe her as a woman with good morals and a cheerful nature. He brings out his phone and shows them a picture of her. She is a beautiful woman. - Natalia is alone in the mansion as Noah and Stephan had gone out for a game of tennis and probably some drinks afterwards, knowing him. Noah had told her in private not to come with, as they were going out as men, and she was a woman.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Xena asked impatiently, "Tell you what?" Hamish said, "Wife, fiancee, girlfriend, pick one. I can't let you get away with bullying me without any commitment!" Xena exclaimed in frustration at Hamish’s excitement, "I haven't even come to settle scores with you yet, but you're already demanding something from me." Hamish replied, "I didn’t say I won't take responsibility. I can do it all at once. Let's get married." Xena noticed that Hamish suddenly changed, becoming someone who did not care about anything else and just wanted to lock her down.

Of course they didn’t. Maids weren’t taught. Servants weren’t guided. No one invested in a girl who was never meant to rise above the bottom rung. He seemed to understand every unspoken truth. “I can help you,” he said after a moment, voice rough but sincere. “When we reach my lands, I’ll teach you everything. How your senses work. What awakening feels like. What your body has been denying you.” My breath hitched. “Denying me?” “Yes,” he murmured. “Your wolf has been caged too long. But I can help bring her forward.”

They better pray I die in here else I would make sure they never see the light of another day. He stepped closer to the bed once more, his expression unreadable as he approached my restrained body. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do as I begged him to let me go, but he wouldn't, and soon he started to strip off his pants. I shivered in shock as I realized he was a gay man. "I don't do men. Please gay man, just let me go." I begged. "I'm not a gay man. I'm a gay Lord!" He corrected and dipped his fingers into my anus roughly about six times before I felt him penetrating really hard and roughly. At this point, I felt like I was about to die.

And even if she didn’t, she couldn’t do anything to him after all. ''Please let me know if you need anything else,'' he spoke feeling assured after casting a positive impression in front of her. But he didn’t trust her that easily because after all, she was his Master’s one and only wife. Who could turn out to be cruel as his master anytime and he could end up in a place he could not even imagine off? ‘’Wife can’t understand husband while husband can’t even understand himself for his wife.’ Salar thought in his mind and nodded negatively in his mind. What a couple it was for him and his poor single life.

Not after he's married. But then again, I should’ve known better than to hope. But I know he can't sex me when he have a wife now, right... I knocked on his door, waiting. No answer. I pushed it open slowly. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. A whip dangled from his hand. My heart dropped. I fell to my knees immediately, pressing my forehead to the floor. “Master,” I said. “Stand and come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. I obeyed immediately.

Five years ago, Madeline Brown gave me an ultimatum. She told me to divorce my wife and marry her, or she would expose our affair. I agreed. But then I poisoned her, burned her body, and buried her six feet under. She was an orphan, so nobody ever reported her missing. My wife, Scarlett Astin, knew nothing about any of it, so I couldn't understand why she had suddenly brought up Madeline. Had she found out something? Scarlett blinked at me, genuinely confused by the panic on my face.

“Young Master, it was Old Master. He said that you’re too cold and abstinent and aren’t close to any one of the opposite sex. You’ve repelled all the hearts of the girls within a hundred-mile radius. He said that you’re a cactus covered in thorns. Hence, he sent a pot of cactus over.” “He has no thorns yet found so many lovers and broke the hearts of all his exes. Take it. Send this cactus back to him.” … “Assemble, follow me to the front gates!” “Yes, sir.” The phone was then hung up on the other side. The woman’s eyes were filled with confusion. Why was the young master so stirred up over this woman named Angel Lynn? The mountain road was rugged and steep while the snow was thick. Although

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a