Obsessed With My Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

"Maureen can't wait anymore, I can't watch her suffer. But you, I will make sure I punish you for defying your husband…" “You? My husband? Are you crazy?” I glared at him. His words were filled with so much hate, and his eyes were strangely filled with a certain force of emotion like obsession. I couldn't understand it. “Do you think I will let you cling to Alexander forever?” He snapped. However, I was having none of this. I finally realized what all this was about. He was consumed by his ego. I was nothing but an obsession now.

His actions made it clear that he knew about my arousal . This man is weird and Obsessive but all his weirdness and Obsessiveness are belongs to me He stared deeply intensely at me . His Gorgeous black eyes and his expressionless face both are similar to his dominate personality , Completely blank for the entire world but not for me . I understood how much he loves me but his love is different that no normal person can see , feel and understand You are the best husband a wife can have ..... ,, I said , smiling but I knew that I needed to work hard on his Obsessiveness

I wanted him wrecked over me. To never be able to let me go. I wanted him as obsessed as he could be. As if answering my desperate hunger, he notched his swollen head at the entrance of my pussy and rubbed, coating his thick cock in my juices. I could feel my walls pulsing, my breathing heavy and my heart waiting in anticipation like its function depended on what my husband will do next. “But what else is there I can do that will be worse than death, huh?”

My husband didn't even bother to have a sip. The negative thoughts in my brain started boggling once again. Where did I fail? Why could I not make him see me? Is it because I was too perfect?! Did it make me boring? Oh who I am I kidding? My husband craved perfection, he was a perfectionist in every way, from head to toe, in every thing he does.

After about 15 minutes, when Bella started having trouble breathing, Weston separated his lips from hers. Bella was taking deep breaths and looking at Weston with hateful eyes. Then she said with moist eyes, "Why are you doing all this?" Weston looks into her eyes, "Because you are my obsession." Hearing his words, Bella started looking at him with surprise. Then Weston continued, "The moment I saw your gray eyes, the moment I touched you for the first time, you became my obsession. One more thing, you wanted to destroy my world, but baby, very soon you will be a part of that world yourself."

The thought gnawed at her, tearing at the fabric of her already fragile self-esteem. First her own father, most of her friends and now her husband… “Is she this unlovable? So many questions raised in her head. In this the whole time he sucked her breast hard and he was behaving like he never had sex in his entire life. The moments her body was exposed, a surge of attraction pulled him towards her. Even if he married her forcefully but right now the way he was having her it was showing how much he desired to have her but his feeling was somehow hide under his arrogance but today it came out so aggressively that he himself was totally lost into his sanity.

He never put me in a position where he would choose something or someone else before me. How much I wanted this from Adrian. For him to choose me and want me. I was married. I meant that. I would love and cherish my husband and be faithful. But what if this husband of mine was lagging in all of this. God. Now I knew what it felt like to be unseen in my own marriage, and Damon was the only person in this house who seemed to notice when I was drowning. I pushed off the railing and walked back through the bedroom. Margaret.

Alaric’s POV: I think I may have been obsessed with her. No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me. The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.