Over Possessive Husband Series Novels & Stories

He must serve within three months and once he gained back the pack’s trust, he could go back to the city and start again with Dianna. Because of Ashley’s pregnancy, everything fell apart. The entire pack thought the next successor was about to be born, yet she lied as it was someone else’s child. However, his mother, Karah has still the hope that they could still be together but knowing her son, it would be too impossible to happen. She sighed deeply, staring at the window. “Well, I guess it’s time to go home Chris.” “Alright, just don’t do anything stupid!” “I know right! Stop telling me things all the time because it’s so annoying!”

And standing in the doorway was the man who used to be her husband, the man who now owned her body and her life again through a contract. Nathan.

If you won't say it, I'll come over myself. Zachary had run out of patience waiting in Eldeville. He wasn't comfortable with her being in the same place as Melvin. "What title are you gracing yourself with if you come over?" Joey asked him. She'd noticed that Zachary, no matter what she said, couldn't resist sticking his nose into her business. If he stayed out of it, he felt uneasy. "As your ex-husband," Zachary replied openly. Joey scoffed. "Back in the days when we were married, I was practically treated like a mourning widow. Now that we're divorced, my supposedly deceased husband miraculously comes back to life!"

He raked a hand through his hair with a tortured groan and motioned at me, “Come here, wife.” His words come out so thick and sexual, that my naked legs began to quake slightly. ‘Wife’. The way he said that sounded so sexual and naughty, at the same time intimate. All my systems rush to work together, breath fluttering nervously as I began to walk towards him. God, this felt so different. The man gazing at me with molten desire in gleaming blue eyes seemed different too. He has become so much more possessive of me after the wedding, like he always wanted me in his arms. Those same arms waiting to love me tonight.

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.

But for the first time, he’s saying these words to me, and it’s blowing my mind. Me: Fuck! Steve. Stop it. You’re turning me on even more with your possessiveness. Husband: No, I won’t, Grace! I’m fucking angry right now thinking about how those men touched what belongs to me, only me! Me: Steve, please stop. Or else I have to come there right now. Husband: No need! Because I’m coming to you. My eyes widen in shock. Me: What!! Husband: Yes! Because I won’t get relief until I mark you as mine again.

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

SERA Matteo's voice droned in the background like a mosquito that wouldn't shut up. His voice was an unpleasant hum in my ear, spitting out information in circles. Hideout this. Black Scorpion that. Names, streets, threats. Nothing that sounded like a solution. Nothing that told me how to fix Killian. Because my husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, his gaze fixed on the floor. He wasn't blinking or speaking. He wasn't even pretending to exist in the room with the rest of us.

He was well aware of lumps forming on my throat and my shaking confident after seeing his big manhood . " it's gonna be fine ... just relax a bit " he said to boost my confident . He was very cheerful at that moment . It was no doubt that women go crazy after my husband . I noticed them peeking at him at the shopping complex . I didn't like the way they were checking him out like they would eat him raw . A sense of possessiveness I felt that day . He is just mine and only mine . No one has the right to see him in that way . I holds the authority to touch him , see him and have sex with him . I decided that moment that this game was over . I would let him claim me .

I am your husband and the head of this house I own you and every f*ckig thing you have and I demand you let me have you now" Handy yelled at her. "No you don't own me" she said smiling bitterly. "You are my husband and I demand you tell me where you have been for the past two weeks" she shout back at hIm. "Really?" Handy said smiling wickedly. "Seems you want it the hard way" he said as he attempt to catch her but she was too determine not to let him catch as she quickly ran to the other side of the bed.