Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

He raises his nose up and I shake my head. "They know that I'm a very possessive man. They know that I'm a savage and ruthless lover. They know that I wouldn't stand for my wife talking to men that aren't me in my absence." "They know that I like my things to be mine alone. You are my most important thing right now. So next time you think to hang out with a guy that isn't me and laugh out to your heart's content. Remember this." "I am your husband whether you like it or not. You belong to me and no one else. I am the only one that gives you the savage and extremely pleasurable orgasms you deserve."

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

I added still standing by the door preventing him from coming in. " Asshole!" He cursed and turned to Christy who was standing watching the drama as it unfolds before her. " I will be seeing you, sweetheart," He said and I groan at him. " I am the only one who has the right to call her that," I said and his eyes knitted in a frown. " A possessive husband, this friend of mine, isn't he?" He asked Christy and I waited patiently for her response. " You are not far from the truth, really possessive," She admitted and I groaned.

“You had been in relation with him for years, Josh. He had been your first. I am honored that you chose to be my husband and as greedy bastard I am, I feel possessive like a fucking caveman. I don’t know how people see us, but if someone asks, it’s my honor that you are my husband, that you love me. You know I want to puff my chest like a fucking gorilla whenever someone says they recognize me as your husband. I feel like I am being owned by the most eligible man in the world and I don’t feel any shame like many people do, that I loved being called out by your name, not the other way around. But I have seen you in your initial days of breakup. I have seen how lost you were. You had no shine

He twisted my cheek and kissed the side of my mouth. My chest rise and falls. I moaned painfully as I he grabs my hair, jerking up my face, and twisting them in his hold. "Listen...and listen carefully to me Raina...you are my wife and I am a very possessive man. I don't fucking care about your past with my brother. But I don't like when someone else touches what is mine. And you are mine only...mine. Understand". I peered into his dark gaze which held so much possessiveness for me and I couldn't help but feel scared. I timidly nodded. "You better understand" he spats and walks away, stumbling Leaving me in a vulnerable state.

A complete family. Sebastian closed his eyes and pulled back from me. He sighed and took a deep breath before opening his eyes. His face was calm now. “I'm sorry for yelling at you. But I will never let any other guy come near you. You can call me an over-possessive husband. But I don't care. I'm always like this.” “Should I consider myself lucky to have a husband like you?” Sarcasm was dripping from my mouth but he didn't give any reaction.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I never meant any disrespect.” I chuckle and shake my head. “No harm done. My husband would be very happy to hear the compliment you have given me. But I’m afraid he is a very possessive man. A dominant, whereas me, I’m a …” “Submissive?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I’m not too sure. That is why we are here. My husband is more of a master. If you get what I mean?” I say when I hear Candy chuckle in my ear and the others do, too.

I helped her set it up, after all. But now, there’s a problem. That ring on her finger. That *husband*. I thought their marriage would crumble under the weight of their dysfunction. I sent flowers, hoping to provoke him, to push him to hurt her. I wanted him to strike her, to give me the perfect opportunity to swoop in and save her. But he’s not like other men. He’s possessive, obsessive—almost as much as I am.