My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

“I don’t want you calling her and I don’t want you around her.” Gael blinked. “She…she’s my wife…” “Call her your wife one more time and I’ll break your neck.” Gael moved back a bit, not wanting things to escalate to the point of his neck getting broken. Why was Lorenzo so possessive of Alora? Alora doesn’t belong to him!

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.

she furiously said. " I can see you're jealous. How ever you cannot deny that you still want me or need me. I know you waited this long for my return you still belong to me." She raised her hand to give him another slap to save her dignity, but he was able to catch her next assault and continued to hold her hand. "You are getting fiesty, but I know you still want me and whatever happen we are still husband and wife. We belong to each other. After this mess we are in, I will prove to you, you won't be able to get rid of me." Tristan vowed.

"You think you can tease me with other men? Puttana. I'll show you who owns you." "Julian," she keened, her voice carrying that particular pitch of pain-pleasure I knew too well. "She's bathing... the water's running..." "Let her hear," he growled, and the rhythm accelerated, the mirror shaking in its frame. "Let the whole house hear. You're mine." The words were the same. The same possessive litany he whispered into my hair. The same ownership he had pledged to me in churches and blood oaths. I did not move. I stood paralyzed, watching my husband make a liar of himself in the glass, watching the reflection of the only man I had ever loved reduce our sacrament to a profanity in the next room

I defended my stance, still caught up in the physical aspect of my relationship with Jane, trying to rationalize our connection. "She's yours for a few hours. She's her husband's for life, he sleeps with her every night, he knows her, he knows her habits, her tastes, her insecurities. He has her," Daon asserted, his tone tinged with bitterness. "Not for long. I want her for myself," I retorted stubbornly, my desire for exclusivity clouding my judgment. "And what does she say about that? Is she going to leave her husband?" Simon pressed, skeptical of the longevity of my relationship with Jane.

“I wish my husband were as good with words as you are, sir…” “Oh, please, call me Bash.” He takes her hand to deposit a discreet kiss on the back. “I'll be happy to help you find your husband. But you may not like what you find. Some men bring their wives and partners… It's not a good sign if he's coming to a place like this alone.” “Oh my, it's not like that…” She gives a shy laugh. “My husband is a bit possessive. He can't stand other men laying eyes on me. He says I'm his treasure…”

So perfect for my cock —my husband's perfect hole. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. Yes. Fuck your husband, stretch me. Fill me up, make me yours forever. He started thrusting, long and deep at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot. He kissed me hard, tongue claiming my mouth while he fucked me steady. You're mine now, he growled against my lips. My husband. This ass belongs to me, promise me no one else ever gets inside it. Only you, I gasped. Only my husband's cock. Fuck me harder. Own me.

I feel like I have been talking for hours, I am surprised he is still listening with full concentration. "People love in different ways, maybe that's his way of loving you." He should do this professionally when he stops playing basketball. "I know my husband loves me, it's not even used for debate but he is so passive at showing it." Right from the beginning, I get it he is shy but how long is he going to be shy? We are fucking married. I stretched my legs sitting down comfortably on the elevator's floor with Wilder beside me. "Can you believe my husband has never gotten possessive over me, gotten jealous or ever had to fight for me?" Like seriously dude, I am a fucking hottie.

Jake scoffed and stumbled back a step, wiping blood from his mouth. “This has to be some joke,” Jake said with a dry, hollow laugh. “My wife can’t belong to you.” He shook his head, looking at the floor as if trying to convince himself. “You are mistaken, Sir Anthony. Anna is my wife,” he said, raising his voice so it rang out clearly. “She isn’t your wife. She belongs to me.” The raw possession in Anthony’s voice made Jake flinch. Anthony’s gaze then shifted sharply to Anna.