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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.

He twisted my cheek and kissed the side of my mouth. My chest rise and falls. I moaned painfully as I he grabs my hair, jerking up my face, and twisting them in his hold. "Listen...and listen carefully to me Raina...you are my wife and I am a very possessive man. I don't fucking care about your past with my brother. But I don't like when someone else touches what is mine. And you are mine only...mine. Understand". I peered into his dark gaze which held so much possessiveness for me and I couldn't help but feel scared. I timidly nodded. "You better understand" he spats and walks away, stumbling Leaving me in a vulnerable state.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

“Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May. I'm hoping I bump into her one day, I'll make her mine.” I grabbed his collar and pressed him on the wall while staring at him with daggers in my eyes. “You will do no such thing. I swear to God if you try anything funny I won't hesitate to skin you alive.” A devilish smirk played at the corner of his lips. “She's not yours, why are you being so overprotective? Come on now, you sound pathetic.” I smiled at his remark. “You're such a funny boy, do you sometimes forget how I am over possessive? Did you ever wonder why Angelo started using crutches to wal

We got to his room and a scream nearly tore from my lips, this is more like a suite, all my apartment put together is nothing close to this room, this is fucking mindblowing, this is heaven on earth, the amount of neatness, and cozy this room is…plus everything is screaming wealth not just wealth but luxury, I already said it that the first day I stepped my feet here this place was like paradise, it's more of a castle-like, Now I can't help but wonder how rich My older man is, “You’re going to be sleeping here from now on” His voice jolted me back to reality, “I can use the room downstairs” “You're my wife,” He said in a possessive tone, making me gulped down unknown saliva, okay this is str

“You want to go away with me. And what exactly would we be doing together?” He thinks far too long before sighing. “It’s just a weekend. We’ll be okay.” “Will I get a separate room?” “No. We’re husband and wife.” “It seems you haven’t noticed that I can’t stand being around you.” “Maybe you’ll have to rely on the vows we made to each other to pull you through.” Rage slams into me like a sledgehammer. “Are you being serious right now? Rely on what stupid vows?” “For better or worse. Remember?”

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."

“I don’t want you calling her and I don’t want you around her.” Gael blinked. “She…she’s my wife…” “Call her your wife one more time and I’ll break your neck.” Gael moved back a bit, not wanting things to escalate to the point of his neck getting broken. Why was Lorenzo so possessive of Alora? Alora doesn’t belong to him!

“You had been in relation with him for years, Josh. He had been your first. I am honored that you chose to be my husband and as greedy bastard I am, I feel possessive like a fucking caveman. I don’t know how people see us, but if someone asks, it’s my honor that you are my husband, that you love me. You know I want to puff my chest like a fucking gorilla whenever someone says they recognize me as your husband. I feel like I am being owned by the most eligible man in the world and I don’t feel any shame like many people do, that I loved being called out by your name, not the other way around. But I have seen you in your initial days of breakup. I have seen how lost you were. You had no shine

’ ‘You said nothing when I married her three years ago,’ I shot back, the whisky burning a path down my throat. ‘That,’ he said, placing his glass down with a precise click, ‘was because I assumed you had the situation under control.’ He looked genuinely disappointed, a look I knew well. ‘You’re my son. I thought you would have learned through example how to manage your private affairs.’ I let out a harsh, mocking laugh. ‘Your example? You mean the one where you keep a string of mistresses scattered across different time zones and a perfectly presentable wife here in London to maintain the facade? How many homes have you bought for them? How many other “wives” do you have? Do I have half-sib