My Virgin Husband Novels & Stories

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

I manage to stutter, “P-Please D-d-don’t touch me!” Even though he is my official husband now, only one person has the right to see or touch my private parts, my Santa! I can’t let anyone else ever! I will die before failing to protect my virginity for him! As for Ryan, he is so arrogant and rude that I am afraid he might even force his legal rights on me. He is the one who found me hidden in the beach and brought me home! He didn’t even care that I didn’t want to marry him; he just married me forcefully!

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

He needed to know . Leaning back down, ignoring my plea, he resumed sucking on one of my nipples, making me cry out while his hand continued its assault on my clit. He pressed his fingers at the opening of my pussy. “Oh, oh God!” He chuckled. “No, baby girl, I’m your husband.” He continued suckling and rubbing until I was a nearly unintelligible mess. “Ah . . . W-Weston,” I tried again. “I’m a . . . ung . . . a v-virgin.”

I couldn't ignore the chills it gave me. ' I'm twenty-seven years old. I got married to the Royal CEO of Steel Industries. It's unbelievable. But he has a castle somewhere in Dover. My husband is two years older than me, gorgeous, six feet tall, and muscular. He is the dream of every girl, but not mine. I wanted to be single and wanted to adopt two kids. I have no problem physically. I just don't wanna get married. Single life is a happy life. Someone ditched me in college. It created hate for all men. Our family has booked a honeymoon suite for us in a five-star hotel. My husband has booked another room, next to our suite's door. Not because he wanted some privacy. It's because he wants to

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.

I thought we had a serious heated moment but this guy only cares about work. He doesn't care if I've lost anything because of him. "I'm not a virgin," I speak abruptly in a heavy voice, not knowing why I exactly said this. He swirls his head with a frown and rolls his eyes, "nor am I. So what?" I don't speak after that and look down. Am I looking for an excuse so he just kicks me out of this marriage? "Do you think I'm the kind of guy who kicks his wife out if she's not a virgin? Nice move to escape, by the way," he chuckles.

I groaned and he looked at me shocked. “What? Did your husband ask for a threesome despite having someone like you? I thought he was the loyal type with all his possessivenes.” “He is. It's not exactly a threesome. But how's that any of your business. You want a three some!” “No I don't. I could never think of being with someone else when I have my cousin. Although she could be really mean sometimes, she's the love of my life and the one I gave my virginity to. I love her and she has my heart. You and your step- your husband really inspired me, you know,” he said and I turned to him. “In what way? Enlighten me.”

She also didn't expect to meet this man at THIS hotel. At this time, she was only with her husband in the room. Her husband was sitting on the messy bed, and she could also see her pink handbag on the bedside table not far from where the man was sitting. However, her attention had not been on her husband or her bag since she entered the room. Instead, she paid more attention to how the room smelled of sex. She was no longer a virgin, and sex was nothing new to her. That was why she could easily recognize the unusual scent in the room. The room smelled of sperm, and her heart raced as she imagined what had happened in the room last night.

"We are not going anywhere until you finish the breakfast." Charlotte had no reaction for his words. She was still occupied. This time Ian's chuckles were aloud. "Charlotte, I know what is disturbing you." She suddenly looked at him surprised and Ian only nodded to her. "We can get it checked at the local medical center, if you're still a virgin." He snickered in between the sentence. "You are the first girl I had seen who is bothered that her husband made love to her. Because no bride will be concerned about her virginity even in her drunken state when the person sleeping beside her is her husband."