Possesive Husband Novels & Stories

He said instantly, "So what? Come on, you are my wife and I am not scared to express my love to you in front of everyone, and most importantly I don't want my wife to part away from me." His magical words had me spellbound but I was feeling a little shy. "But…" He laid his finger on my lips and said sharply, "Bruna, when I say I want you to sit on my lap, I want it. When I say I want to kiss you, I just want it and when I say I want to fuck you, I fucking want it. Your 'buts' can't cut your husband's words." Wow! He left me speechless. His possessive words throbbed my core and I gaped at my husband dreamily. I just love this side of him so much.

That night lots of things got lost from me, things that I didn't know I had, things that I don't want back, things I want to feel again. It's been a total of six months and five days since I exchanged vows and rings with Gianni and all my husband does is come home every day, showers, and then pushes himself inside me, and with two thrusts he's done, then he leaves me there and probably goes to his other lovers. The words of my mother float in my head- telling me that it is okay for a man to have other women even after he was married but a woman must stay completely devoted to him. This regime carries out every day and there is never a day where I don't feel utterly useless but still complete

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.

Wife. “Every night,” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky, possessive whisper that slithered under my skin. “That’s what I’m going to enjoy. My husbandly right.” He ground his hips against me, making me feel the hard ridge of his erection. “Sliding my cock into this tight, wet heat every single night. Claiming what’s mine. Reminding you who you belong to before you fall asleep and again when you wake up.” “You’re insane,” I choked out, my fists beating weakly against his shoulders. “I would never remain married to you. I would rather die.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I needed to know that. Victor folded his hands calmly. “You were recommended.” “You said that already.” “And it remains true.” “By who?” “I can’t disclose that.” “That sounds suspicious.” I frowned. “I understand.” He said with a small smile. I sighed tiredly. “Okay fine. Why marriage?” Victor was quiet for a second. “My employer requires a wife.” “That explains absolutely nothing.” “He values privacy.” “So he marries strangers?” “Contractually.” “That somehow still sounds illegal.”

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

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.

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?"