Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

"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.

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 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

Natasha tried to call out his name but the distant look over her husband's eyes was something she hadn't seen yet until now. “You’re mine. Everything about you, they’re all mine. Mine alone. Just mine.” He kept bubbling his possessiveness directly to her but his eyes were still looking beyond the present time. It was starting to worry his beloved wife.

I can’t help but feel possessive when it comes to you. As I type the reply, a smirk plays on my lips. Me: Don’t be sorry, because I love that about you. My husband, you become hotter when you act all possessive. Husband: You think so? Maybe I should remind you just who you belong to. Now I can feel he’s no more angry. He’s in a fun mood again. Me: Oh, really? And how would you do that? Husband: Well, I could start by coming home right now and showing you exactly how much you mean to me.

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

He said. I felt anger, my hands fisted, "Edward, I'm not a piece of your property." Was he really a king? Of course, he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to talk to me like this. No matter, part of me likes his possessive talk. Perhaps, I'm assuming things. He could do anything. "You're not, hon. You're the other half of me, which means only mine." He said. My jaw hung open. What was wrong with him today, "What has gotten into you?" I asked. I forgot that I was standing in my sister's house and demanding the reason for my husband's romantic, possessive behavior.

I can't help but to ask seeing the irritation on his face. But then he shake his head and step closer to me snaking his left arm around my waist possessively hugging me from behind. "No" he later on said "I just don't want you to mention a fucking man's name when we're talking" he utter lowly as his hand left hand finds it's way to my stomach doing a circular motion. I blink my eyes unconsciously eyeing him in disbelief. Why do he sounds possessive in my ears? I mentally shake my head. No, of course it's rude to mention a man's name when we're talking because we're married. He's my husband and I am his wife after all.

I added still standing by the door preventing him from coming in. " Asshole!" He cursed and turned to Christy who was standing watching the drama as it unfolds before her. " I will be seeing you, sweetheart," He said and I groan at him. " I am the only one who has the right to call her that," I said and his eyes knitted in a frown. " A possessive husband, this friend of mine, isn't he?" He asked Christy and I waited patiently for her response. " You are not far from the truth, really possessive," She admitted and I groaned.

Everything of him. Her wolf snarled softly. ‘It’s not our house,’ she murmured. ‘It’s his. All of it. His.’ The thought made her stomach tighten. Ownership. Possession. Her wolf didn’t sound angry—she sounded resigned, and somehow, that was worse. At least Kalmin hadn’t locked her in the room this time. That small victory gave her a glimmer of hope as she moved toward the kitchen. The soft sound of footsteps approaching behind her made her heart lurch in her chest. Her body tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know it was him.