Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

she gulps in fear. I teased her, with a devilish grin on my face; one that villains had in possession," Oh Uh… I better prepare to witness a lover's quarrel. Or should I say, a married couple's quarrel?" I could sense the slight tremble on my mother's shoulder. To be honest, my father's quite the possessive man towards my mother. Like how I am, towards Charlotte. Perhaps it's something in our family tree. Either way, possessiveness is something we all have in common. We can't blame love for making us insane, right?

"Why?" "You know she's too possessive and innocent. She won't be happy to know that her husband is out here doing something he shouldn't." "Oh is it, then same pinch. My husband is also possessive and too sly but you know how smart I am to outright him under his eyes." "Ofcource how can I miss the brain with beauty." He sassied making her flip her hair proudly. "Bu-" "Now Shhh." He said coming close back in a second which automatically shut her mouth making her gasp.

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

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

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

“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

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

She wanted me to know how she secretly and truly defined her role in our relationship, and she Is proud of it. “If you want to become my wife, Angela….I want you to know..that I am very possessive…I want my wife to be only mine!…body and soul!….I want your love!..I want this …breast!…this ass!……this lips to be mine and mine only!….sure we may not be able to announced our love to the world…but it doesn’t matter to me!….so..do you still want to be my secret wife, Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein?..”.

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’m a possessive man. “Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.” “Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”