Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

Her Baby Bump didn't let him hug her properly though. Abhi: I Missed alot JaaneXavier.. I Missed alot My Jaan.. I can't even explain how much I Missed you My Baby Doll..Priya gave her a smile..Mukti smiled and Abhi already told her how close he is to her while RV frowned..The Possessive Husband in him was not happy..(Don't feel bad or see anything wrong in their Relationship..Bffs They are..Actors of these roles are this Close in Real Life too..)..

Why exactly was that? " Oh, I don't really know yet and..." " You will own the walkway if you strut on it. How exactly has he been keeping you all this while!" He shrieked. " My husband seems really possessive of me. You don't really know how he is." " Oh please," he waved me off. " Mine is also of me. My husband wouldn't want me going anywhere without him, but I know that there is no way I would listen to him,"

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.

It’s Jake—Caroline’s sleazy husband. I heard that since he and Owen’s older sister moved into the estate to leech off Owen’s mother, Jake has somehow put himself in charge of managing and hiring the domestic staff. Which means he knows every single face that works under this roof. Any slip-up, any break in my character, and he will recognize me through this cheap disguise.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

His hand on my waist tighten but careful enough not to hurt me. "The moment I state my price for the bargain, that was also the moment I let you own me" he lean closer that made me felt his warm breath on my cheek. "You are my wife and I am your husband. I am yours and you are mine as well. And it's your job to keep me away from those bitches who wants to steal me away from you" My eyes widened. "W-What?" A sheepish grin form on his lips. "I would gladly appreciate if you'd be possessive to me, darling. I want a possessive wife, didn't I mentioned that?"

My phone lay abandoned on the couch, the screen still lit up with the same cursed headline I’d already read at least a dozen times. CHEATING WIFE EXPOSED: THE PROMISCUOUS LIFESTYLE OF BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE. My grip tightened around the device as I scrolled further. "Sources close to the marriage confirm that Mrs. Lockwood engaged in multiple extramarital affairs…" "Damian Reeves allegedly maintained a long-standing secret relationship with her…" "Mr. Lockwood, devastated but dignified, chose silence...until now." A hollow, incredulous laugh tore from my throat. Dignified?

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.

“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.

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