Over Possessive Husband 소설 & 이야기

I could never have enough of her. "Ok buddy, no need to give all of us here a show, you will have all the time in the world to claim her when you guys are on your honeymoon, spare us the free porn thank you," Gage tapped my back to let me know that everyone's staring at us. And I don't give two shits. Let them stare and know that I belong to this woman as she belongs to me, she isn't my girlfriend anymore but my wife which means she is my other half, she's worth more than all my wealth together.

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract

"I will let you leave happily." If I hadn't been bursting with pleasure, I would be squeezing his throat for saying such cruel things to me. But somehow all I could do in that sin filled moment was moan and mold for his taking. My body, mind and now my heart too, all of them betrayed me around him, every single time. My husband had turned me into his prized possession and he did not miss a trick in taking full advantage of my vulnerability. Could I ever fall for such an opportunist man? Maybe, I already knew the answer.

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

Gasps rippled through the room. Someone laughed nervously. Julian wasn’t done. “If you hadn’t seduced me that night,” he continued, pointing a finger at her like she was a criminal, “if you hadn’t drugged my drink, none of this would’ve happened. I would never have slept with you. I would never have gotten you pregnant. And I certainly wouldn’t be stuck in this miserable marriage.” Her vision blurred. “That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head. “You know it’s not...."

“The good news is I have made a couple of phone calls, and with the intel I have gathered, I know that in the past, Mr Patrick has only agreed to partner with settled family men like himself. Since the day he took over as CEO from his father, every company he has partnered with has been led by a CEO who was married. That’s his bias. He favours married men.” Gabriella stared at him for a moment. “You want me to help you lie to save your reputation as well as the company’s,” she said. “Not exactly,” he said. “If he agrees to the partnership, we move forward and get married. That way, there’s no room for suspicion.” “And what even gives you the assurance that marrying me would somehow grant you

“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.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

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.

“Why should I go back? You don’t want me anymore, you love someone else. Why won’t you let me leave with some dignity?” “You are my wife,” he seethes, his control fraying at the edge. “I know you think this place will save you, protect you from me. But, little bunny, I own Moscow, and that includes this place. You have no shelter from me, only the one I provide.” He steps closer, and my heart slams against my ribs. My breath quickens, ragged and loud in my ears. “As long as you are my wife, you do as I say. So be a good girl, Claire, and get in the car.”