Obsessed With My Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She can hear his breathing. Alexander takes a few long breaths and says " Don't speak like that to me baby girl. I will pay you with my life for saving my life. Why are you angry? Is that cat so important than me? I am your husband. Don't repeat the same mistake. I don't like it. And I hate people who disobey me and go against me. Keep that in your mind ".

he had whispered. They had talked until the sun began to bleed through the curtains. He told her about the loneliness of the throne; she told him about the fear of the ICU. He never touched her. Not once. When the morning came, he didn't offer her a check for a night's work. He offered her a ring. "Be my wife," he had said. "The world is afraid of me, which means no one will ever hurt you or your mother again. I don't need your body, Elena. I need the illusion of peace."

"Go to hell, Nate. You're an absolute idiot. You're not even worthy of working with me!" I didn't hesitate as I hung up and blocked him. I could imagine how furious he was on the other end of the line, but what did that have to do with me anymore? I had already decided. I wasn't just going to take his assets. I was going to wipe him out completely. Nate could have told me honestly that he was tired of me and that he didn't love me anymore. When I married him, I genuinely wanted a family with him. Tony and my stepmother had paraded in front of me every day, and I had spiraled into depression from just seeing them. More than once, I even thought about ending their lives.

He turned me in his arms, just enough so I could see the wicked glint in his eyes. “Fucking you with your husband next to us.”, he whispered "Oh wow", I breathed the moment he said those words. The possibility of that happening sent shivers down my spine....I was a bit too excited for that but the excitement didn't last for long as the word "husband" reminded me of the divorce papers. Of course, he was still my husband...at least until I got the papers. “Right… my husband,” I muttered, “But I need to cook,” I protested weakly.

"Apologize! Apologize to Henry for everything you did!" Beside her, Hendrick had already propped up his phone, filming my pitiful state with a gleeful smirk. I clamped one hand over the wound, spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, and raised my head to stare straight at Winona. I enunciated each word loud and clear. "Do you remember what my father said when we got married, Winona?" She blinked, momentarily thrown. She had clearly forgotten. Of course. To the Winona standing before me, nothing mattered except Hendrick. Everything else, including me, was irrelevant.

Anna whispered, her fingers nervously pinching the fabric of her own dress to keep from crying. "Your sorry won't bring back the peace I lost!" the woman yelled, her composure fracturing completely. "Even after she died so many years ago, my husband never looked at me. He obsessed over her. He kept her pictures plastered all over his walls. Do you know where my husband spent our wedding anniversaries? At your mother's grave! He didn't care about me for a single second." Anna frowned, the heavy grief in her chest suddenly tangled with a bizarre, jarring confusion. She shook her head slightly. "My mom died just a month ago," Anna said, her voice laced with bewilderment.

I can hear My rising heartbeats for no reason in the middle of the night, taking a deep breath I sighed while still my eyes were fixed on my obedient wife. One of the strongest reasons why I'm madly obsessed with her, she is such an obedient wife. She is kind to me even in her worst moods, and that is her plus point. At the start of our married, life,e I had a sexual interest in her, of course, her beauty and elegance but after living a few months with her my interest and attraction turned into something which I can't put into words.

He continued to try and steal little kisses from her even after they were done. “I can’t believe we are actually married now. You are my wife. I am your husband. It wasn’t part of the plan at all. This feels like a dream.” He expressed. “Why are you so obsessed with me? I don’t think I did anything that significant to have captured your attention. She asked. “Your entire existence is enough to make me obsessed. Now, after this we are going to have a wonderful two weeks honeymoon and when we come back, I will help you to move out to our new house.”

The words must send him into a frenzy because after that, he’s on a mission to make me cum as many times as possible. Turns out that number is five before he finally allows himself to fall over the edge with me. His warm release in my belly makes me feel full and sated, even though I moan at the loss of him when he pulls out. I never thought I could crave that connection, but clearly I’m obsessed with my husband.

My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat. We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fixations on one another are too intense, too extreme, to bring a child into. It's just the two of us and we're happy this way. So incredibly happy that I still have to pinch myself. Still have to convince myself every morning that I'm Harriet Atwood and not the girl hiding in the pool house, wishing he simply knew my name. I'm married to my best friend, my obsession, my love. It's real. A