Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

To a certain extent, the two men were similar. "Because I will make you forget him," Zac said with a serious expression on his face and a return of his usual autocratic tone. She couldn't understand his expression and his heart. Maybe it was his fierce possessiveness that's bothering him again. For as long as she was his wife, he would always think of her as his private property. He could never allow anyone to touch or steal what was his. "Let me see you try," she mocked, but the knife in her heart dug deeper.

The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer if I tried to get up. “Nicola,” he began, his voice low and rough with emotion, “You’re my wife, Nicola. I’m possessive as hell when it comes to my wife. The thought of another man even looking at you drives me insane. Especially Harvey. I can’t stand the way he looks at you, like he has a right to do that. You’re mine, and I don’t share what’s mine.” His words were almost a growl, each one punctuated.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

Why exactly was that? " Oh, I don't really know yet and..." " You will own the walkway if you strut on it. How exactly has he been keeping you all this while!" He shrieked. " My husband seems really possessive of me. You don't really know how he is." " Oh please," he waved me off. " Mine is also of me. My husband wouldn't want me going anywhere without him, but I know that there is no way I would listen to him,"

She gasped in surprise and looked up only to meet his seething eyes. "Give him what's mine and I'll rip him apart," he growled out in warning. Serena bit down on her lip, feeling turned on by his possessiveness. Her husband's possessive streak was miles wide and she didn't mind it. Her breath seized in her throat when he suddenly pushed in his finger inside her wet hole. "This pie belongs to me," he claimed possessively, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her body tightened around him.

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 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.

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.

Jake kissed her deeply, possessively, as he fucked her slow and deep on the counter. “Your husband has no idea what a dirty little wife he has,” he murmured. “But I do. And I’m going to keep coming back until you’re completely addicted to your husband’s best friend’s cock.”

He uttered firmly. He has no intention of giving up. He kept on pestering her, following her to the balcony. He gazed at her lonely back with different emotions swirling inside his heart. This was his childhood friend whom he wanted to associate with so much in the past and now she belongs to him legally… She had become under his possession… Something lit up inside him and a spark of desire made its way to his heart as he thought of it… He felt a sudden urge to own her completely… ”Husband in papers only." She reminded him abruptly, adding, "We're soon to be separated, don't worry."