Over Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

he says snuggling into me tighter. "I'm sorry... When you get to the office do not forget what we spoke about last night" I remind my husband He pulls a face "What did we speak about last night?" he looked genuinely confused. His hair in his eyes. I sweep his hair out of his face… "You telling people you married. You do not have to say to who, but I want to be possessive" I pout childishly He smiles kissing my forehead… “My beautiful wife is allowed to be as possessive as she wants...” he turns serious. “Do not worry love. I promise to make the headlines today..." he promises

I felt violated, disgusted. Aiden watched my reaction with sadistic satisfaction. His voice was calm, almost teasing, as he spoke again. “You became my habit.” I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I was too stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man—my husband—had been watching me, controlling me, and now he was twisting the narrative to make it seem like I was the one in the wrong. His possessiveness was suffocating, and no matter how much I argued, he always found a way to make me feel small, insignificant.

he began, his voice low and steady "When you overheard my and Anay's conversation....I didn't defend myself... because I did intentionally come close to you and it was the truth.... because I did want to claim you...and in my view it wasn't wrong because in my opinion the day I got married to you , you became mine ,your body , soul , your thinking everything was mine ..I wasn't going to leave you , nor I was going to misbehave with you in future or anything like that ...I just wanted to become your husband in true sense... that's all my intentions were with you... He paused, searching her eyes for understanding. “I’ve always felt this possessiveness over you. Since the day you entered my lif

I groaned when Xander's hold over me went rougher, and so did his tone, “Remember, it's just your husband who holds full and final rights to touch you. And I am your husband. I fucking hate it when you touch someone else.” What the hell?! How could Xander behave like this with me? I shook myself with an urge to set myself free. He hissed, “Do you get me or not, Zara? Fit this thing in your head.” How come Xander who would hate me to the core become so possessive all of a sudden? Setting me free, he started the car yet again. Xander should be knowing his real place. I spat, “You should know, you are just my contracted husband. I am just your contracted wife, and I am free to see any man.”

If you have a problem, call me. - ... Wait, if you go out, what to do with him? she asks, pointing to the drenched man. Paul shrugs his shoulders to show that he can't help it. - I'm really sorry, I certainly can't undress him, only you can do that. You are the official wife of Mr. Cosey, it is normal that you take care of him and undress him. - ... Indeed, legally, they are married, but... - I'm outside.

She yelled at the top of her voice in anger, but that did not stop Jamal. He once more closed the gap between them and held her face in his hands. "Adele…" He whispered huskily. "If you ever go near that man again, I will kill him." He whispered in a quiet voice, breathlessly and Adele could tell from his tone that he wasn't bluffing. It was then she understood that her husband was nonsensically possessive. "Why are you doing this?" She finally whispered in defeat. "Because I don't want anyone to take what is mine. You are mine Adele, mine alone!"

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

"Where do you live now?" "What do you want?" Alice frowned. "Well ... maybe I could visit or something." "No need. It's enough to have it at the office, no need to add a house." "Wow. Aren't we friends? Why can't I visit your house?" protested Jordi. "Never mind." "Is someone angry?" "Yes." "Who?" "My husband. He's possessive." Alice had to lie. To control the situation. "Possessive husband is so scary," Jordi teased.

And at that moment, she could bet that he usually has it slicked back perfectly, but like the rest of him, his hair is just a little disheveled. And he looked just like Lucifer in the flesh. At that point, she just wanted to gouge Rita’s eyes out for ogling her husband’s open chest. She didn't know what the reason for this possessiveness was but all she knew was that it felt right at this point. It was the right thing to do because she was his wife and only she had the right to ogle him the way she wanted. Not like she had been ogling him or anything.

Kevin smiled at me while positioning himself for a better angle. His eyes gleamed with pure obsession, pure need. I belonged to him, and tonight, he'd remind me of that again and again. Who was I kidding! I knew the night was still very young ...the night would undoubtedly witness my husband's evergreen possessiveness and jealousy over me. My toes curled and my fingers tangled in the silk sheets as he thrust back in. ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆