Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin from the midday warmth, making the open collar of his shirt cling slightly. He was the perfect blend of polished businessman and passionate husband. Daniel was successful, driven, and undeniably magnetic. She watched him laugh at something the assistant said, the sound carrying faintly to her, and felt that familiar pull low in her belly. Despite the bombshell she had overheard that morning, Lila’s trust in him held firm. He was her Perfect Timer. In her eyes, he could never go wrong. Whatever truth lay behind the pregnant woman’s claim, they would face it together tonight, in the privacy of their bed, after they had celebrated the life the

The tension peaked, glaring in the way his eyes bore into hers, dark and possessive. "One more thing, Kathy," he said, his voice stripped of the playfulness, leaving only the hard, unyielding edge of the man who held her marriage in his palm. The shift was palpable, the teasing gone, replaced by raw dominance that made her pulse thunder. "I am Killian McLeroy. I own the company your husband is begging to save. I own the very bed he sleeps in. And as long as you are in my house..." He leaned in, his gaze pinning her to the spot, his face inches from hers, the heat of his breath mingling with her own in a final, shimmering clash. "...I own you. Never forget that."

“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.”

Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him phy

Jamiel and Heriel gave me the assurance he was going to be fine, still I don’t want this seagull touching my husband. This feeling of possessiveness should be because of my heat; no omega or alpha likes their other half being in contact during their cycle. That is what these feelings are, I am never possessive of any fucking human. She tried touching him once more and I growled, I fucking growled, not the cute growl, I snapped at her, yes Charlie, you are doomed badly. This bitch is dying.

I walked to the elevator, my breath smelling like all the booze I’d just inhaled. “Maybe I could move in with Cassini. Getting rid of her husband should be easy.” I hit the button on the panel. “Who’s her husband anyway?” “No idea. She won’t tell me.” “He’s got to be rich and powerful to keep her on a leash.” He had guards all over his complex and people watching her when he was gone, so he definitely ran some kind of successful and illegal business. “Not more rich and powerful than me.” “Then maybe you should get her off that leash.” He stood up and faced me from behind the couch.

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!"

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

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.

"You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband." Julian smiled back at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "We make a great team, don't we?" he said, pulling her close. Rory nodded, feeling a sense of desperation wash over her. Yes, they made a great team. A team of pretenders, living a lie that was slowly suffocating her.