Novel & Cerita My Possessive Husband

He no longer sounded like the calm and reserved gentleman he portrayed earlier. "Alright, I believe you are aware that your wife still has an interest in my boyfriend." "It appeared more like your supposed boyfriend showing interest in my wife," he countered. "Listen, I won't argue with you. You are the man here, so try to keep your wife in check." I said sternly. "Now, you listen. You have no right to speak about Susan that way! She's my wife, and I won't tolerate any disrespect towards her in my presence," he defended Susan.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I never meant any disrespect.” I chuckle and shake my head. “No harm done. My husband would be very happy to hear the compliment you have given me. But I’m afraid he is a very possessive man. A dominant, whereas me, I’m a …” “Submissive?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I’m not too sure. That is why we are here. My husband is more of a master. If you get what I mean?” I say when I hear Candy chuckle in my ear and the others do, too.

“Cancel it.” “No.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not going.” He stepped closer, just enough to invade my space. “You are.” “And why is that?” His gaze locked onto mine, dark and steady. “Because,” he said quietly, “You are my wife, and I want them to see you.” Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten. Not soft. Not romantic. Possessive. “You're taking this far more serious than normal. And I’m not some trophy you parade around,” I shot back.

He pauses in the doorway, and I turn toward him as I grabbed the rose crumbling the petals as I walk towards our bed throwing it in the air. "I don’t want anybody else, I just want you.”I say to my husband. He pauses in front of me, seeming uncertain. “You don’t,” he whispers, as though he’s begging me to prove him wrong. I place my hands against his waistcoat and stare up at him. His hand curls around my cheek, his eyes blazing. I smile up at him and shake my head. “Yes I do, I want all of you,” I whisper, pleading, begging. I don’t want him to treat me like I’m made of glass, his possessiveness turns me on.

He said instantly, "So what? Come on, you are my wife and I am not scared to express my love to you in front of everyone, and most importantly I don't want my wife to part away from me." His magical words had me spellbound but I was feeling a little shy. "But…" He laid his finger on my lips and said sharply, "Bruna, when I say I want you to sit on my lap, I want it. When I say I want to kiss you, I just want it and when I say I want to fuck you, I fucking want it. Your 'buts' can't cut your husband's words." Wow! He left me speechless. His possessive words throbbed my core and I gaped at my husband dreamily. I just love this side of him so much.

"So you think you're worthy of me? Jenny! I've never confirmed that you're my girlfriend before. Just because you helped my mother once, I let you do whatever you wanted. But you are very brave. You dare to threaten others with the name of billionaire Roger's girlfriend. Make them fear and worship you. You think don't I know these things?" Jenny was silent, she rolled her eyes at Roger in fear. Indeed, Roger has never acknowledged Jenny as his girlfriend, nor does he consider Jenny to be his girlfriend. Even in front of other people. But Jenny doesn't think so. She thinks that as long as she takes the name of Roger's girlfriend, everyone should respect her. Roger is a man of few words, he wi

“Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.” “You can’t do that,” I say. “Do what?” “Make me sound insane.” She snorts. “Then maybe stop saying insane things. Because what else would put that idea in your head?” “I’m losing focus in my marriage,” I snap. “I need to stay focused.” “You’re angry,” she says evenly. “And you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not your husband. I’m not your lover.” The words land hard. I swallow. “I’m sorry.”

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

She looked too good to be true, face bare without makeup, but still she looked like a freaking model. “If her grandfather hadn’t begged me to marry her, I wouldn’t even be bothered by such a boring human,” his voice echoed in my ear. He was wrong, he had no idea of the damn treasure that he was neglecting. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled, there was a sick part of me that wanted to keep the call going, while I bent her over the desk and had my way with her. I wanted him to listen, hear her scream as I made her feel something I was sure that he couldn’t. But I was too possessive to do that, too damn possessive to let him hear her moans, even if he is her husband.

"You have two choices, Calvin. First, you can get the hell out of this house and take the doll with you. I bought this house before we got married, and my name's on the car title. I want you to leave with nothing. "Second, you leave the doll here. You can continue living under my roof, but on the condition that you sleep in the study from now on." Eyes widening, Calvin hissed, "Why should I?" "Because I have records of your trysts with Dorothy and bank transactions showing you used company funds to purchase gifts for her." I took out a letter from under the coffee table and tossed it before him. "It's your call." He picked up the letter and opened it. As he flipped through the papers, his pa