Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

“My husband is over-possessive and doesn’t allow me to have excessive contact with other guys. Other than my relatives, seniors at school, and professors, he deleted all the guys on my contact list.” It was an indifferent mass slaughter, not just Randall alone. Randall thought he was special. “So… are you okay with that?” he asked. Not allowing the wife to have other men’s contact was the doing of a possessive dictator. It was like Paige had no freedom or social circle. She existed purely as his possession. Paige was speechless. One must cover up one lie with another. Aggrieved, she said, “What can I do about it even if I’m not okay?”

She continued arranging the soil around a special herbal plant, while I paused on what I was doing so I can focus on her answers. “What about him?” I curiously asked. “Is there something that I don’t know about him?” She was tentative at first, but then she smiled at me and tilted her head. “Let’s just say that he is possessive and tends to be dominant with the things that he owns,” she explained. “And when I say possessive, he would be obsessed with it, that he won’t let it get away from his possession.” “Well, in my case, it is normal for him to protect me because I am his wife,” I suggested.

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

She gasped in surprise and looked up only to meet his seething eyes. "Give him what's mine and I'll rip him apart," he growled out in warning. Serena bit down on her lip, feeling turned on by his possessiveness. Her husband's possessive streak was miles wide and she didn't mind it. Her breath seized in her throat when he suddenly pushed in his finger inside her wet hole. "This pie belongs to me," he claimed possessively, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her body tightened around him.

he mumbled, the amusement wiping off his face. "Let me go-" "No!" He caged me. "Since you're pretending to be Julia, and Julia was my woman. So you are originally mine. You are supposed to be married to me, not Asher." What was it with the Waltons and being possessive? Maybe it was a trait that only the wealthy had. "I'm not your woman," I reminded. "Well, I want you to be my woman. I want to make you happy." "I am married to your brother!"

The look in his eyes is no longer his fake affection but possession, one too scary to comprehend. How did I ignore the signs that he was a maniac? The days he stalked me and I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. The moments he always had his way and I was just a submissive wife… Now, I'm certain spending one more day with him will make me a murderer. "Are you done?" My tone is flat. "It seems you've found a new hobby. You can tear as much as you want but be sure to hear from my lawyer." “You’re my wife, Valerie. Mine.” His voice is thick with possession. “News flash, wifey, we’re stuck in this, forever.” He displays his devilish smirk and holds back the chair to usher me in like nothing

"Get a divorce and let's see if she won't move on then" He replied. "Jake, don't get this twisted — Lena doesn’t breathe without my say-so. She’s my possession. She might be bigger now, but she still knows who she belongs to. I own that loyalty. I built it." Jake shook his head. “You’re delusional, man. Possessive as hell over a woman you say you don’t even love anymore.” “Love has nothing to do with ownership,” I shot back. “Stay in your lane. Keep fantasizing about my wife if it makes you feel better. I can give her out when I please...other than that...we are going to have a real problem. Conversation over.”

I smile at their antics before turning my attention to the phone again. Husband: That’s the plan, Wifey. I want you to crave me every moment I’m not with you. I blush, reading his text. Me: Well, congratulations, because you’ve succeeded. I’m constantly thinking about you. Husband: You know, when you were my temporary wife, the thought of you being with another man after divorcing me killed me deep inside. Sometimes I feel like killing every man you slept with. Anyway, I had an idea from the beginning about his possessiveness. The way he didn’t let me get hooked on with any man after our contract marriage. But for the first time, he’s saying these words to me, and it’s blowing my mind.

Constantly reminding him to be patient until they get married. Due to his guilt, he didn't pressure her about the matter and just went on tolerating whatever satisfies her. He never once thought that the sole owner, his wife, would come back and claim what she owned. Now he was feeling grateful that Hannah didn't give in to his whims or he would be damned by this possessive woman settling beneath him! "Then let me check on it... We will see if you're telling me the truth, Mr. Adams." Athena pulled it off from him with the help of her feet in one go…

He pulled out his phone and called his wife. "Darling, you are a badass." "I don't like that woman clinging to you." "I can take care of her, but since you are that possessive and always efficient—I'll let you deal with her." "I hate that woman." "Why?" "You'll know soon." He hung up, and a smile curved his lips. He hadn’t been wrong in choosing who to marry. Though he held great power in his hands, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his wife. The challenge and the possessiveness she gave him were just too thrilling. He loved it. Soon, after the launch, everyone would know how powerful he could be—just for his wife.