Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

he says snuggling into me tighter. "I'm sorry... When you get to the office do not forget what we spoke about last night" I remind my husband He pulls a face "What did we speak about last night?" he looked genuinely confused. His hair in his eyes. I sweep his hair out of his face… "You telling people you married. You do not have to say to who, but I want to be possessive" I pout childishly He smiles kissing my forehead… “My beautiful wife is allowed to be as possessive as she wants...” he turns serious. “Do not worry love. I promise to make the headlines today..." he promises

‘Yo, stop saying that, if Lady Vero heard that, I am not sure where she’ll put you. “BUT SHE IS MINE!!!” he gritted his teeth when he said that. ‘I know and you are just being a possessive husband. I get that already.’ “Leafa, you know me whenever it comes to my possession. I don’t like to share regardless if it was food, a thing, or a person. If they’re mine, they are mine.” he sighed and reminded her of how he acted around the things or person that was important to him. Overly protective to the point it was looked like a possessive one.

He was well aware of lumps forming on my throat and my shaking confident after seeing his big manhood . " it's gonna be fine ... just relax a bit " he said to boost my confident . He was very cheerful at that moment . It was no doubt that women go crazy after my husband . I noticed them peeking at him at the shopping complex . I didn't like the way they were checking him out like they would eat him raw . A sense of possessiveness I felt that day . He is just mine and only mine . No one has the right to see him in that way . I holds the authority to touch him , see him and have sex with him . I decided that moment that this game was over . I would let him claim me .

I was fuming as I left the house. Who did Cale think he was? He had rejected me, there was no need for him to look after me, or give me orders about what I could or couldn’t do with my life. And what was with all the kissing? He seemed confused, and I wasn’t going to be a part of his games. As much as it hurt to lose a mate, I knew that in a couple of years I would be able to find love for myself.

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

He chuckled, "That's great. This is the spirit I have been wanting to see." "But can you really do this?" Savannah frowned. "Are you doubting me?" He played with his finger, "Ms George, I don't like it when my partner doubts me. In case, I can only end this collaboration." "I…no…I am sorry…" Savannah pursed her lips. "You should be!" He chuckled, "Do you know what your man is having a sweet time with his newlywed wife." "But look at you…" He shrugged his shoulders, "Sitting here and fuming with anger but can't do anything. Ms. George, I really want to pity you.."

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.