Seducing My Husband Novels & Stories

Juniper said, her eyes fixed on the pancakes. I smiled wryly, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks as my mind began to drift. 'Brother's wife'...I have imagined several intimate moments with Mr. Clinton, but I haven't really thought about us holding hands at the altar with the priest proclaiming us a couple or him calling me...wife...it felt so...surreal. "Zoned off?" Juniper snapped me out of my reverie. "Women are so predictable." She chuckled, passing me a cup of coffee.

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

he taunts, his voice dripping with desire. I bite my lip, torn between wanting to run away and surrendering completely to the pleasure that my husband is offering. Gosh, I’ve missed him so much; this is all I’ve thought about all week. My hormones are literally on fire; I need him so badly. But at the same time, I am so confused and disturbed by so many questions in my head. "I don't know, my love. I’m just so stressed out by her presence," I admit reluctantly, feeling the weight of their connection and past pressing against my chest.

His words cut through me like a blade when he called me "cheap," but I swallowed the pain and forced a smile. Ignoring the venom in his tone, I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him close. "Not dressed like a slut, but as a seductress—just for you, my husband," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and longing.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

I whispered, my voice low and seductive. "To be honest, this angry side of you doesn't suit you at all, I hope you know that? Also, you can punish me when we get back home. I mean, I would gladly accept it, and I'm looking forward to it tonight." I bit my lower lip seductively, gazing up at him with my pleading eyes. He groaned, shutting his eyes closed, followed by a soft hissed. At that moment, I knew I had gotten him. This is my own advantage in this relationship, and that's— my husband loves me so much, and he makes it easy for me to have him come around.

It was special because Davy had managed to organize a private concert for just us two, and after two hours of Darin singing, he had gotten on his knees and asked me to marry him. Again, I blinked as the memories stimulated my senses; waterworks were just another blink from coming. Slowly, I raised my head, sneaking a glance at my husband, and he was bobbing his head to the rhythm, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel, a wide smile on his lips. The image was the trigger, or maybe the fucking bullet, because it shattered whatever emotions that had been brewing inside me. Fire flared inside me, reminding me it was his own way of manipulating this, and I forced myself to face him.

“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.

When I opened the door to the private room, Nolan Garrison and his secretary were in the middle of a kiss, encouraged by the crowd around them. "Come on! Give us another one!" People clapped and chanted. I stood in the doorway for a good ten seconds before the two finally pulled apart. From a distance, I could see the smirk on my husband's face while Ruby Jennings, his secretary, shyly smacked the friends who had egged them on. "Stop it! Nolan's married! I wouldn't have kissed him if I hadn't lost the game," she said, turning back to glance at Nolan, who looked relieved by her words.

If he is the one who feels the sensation of love first, I have nothing to be afraid of. I am going to seduce my husband, even if he wants or not, he needs to fall for me. I am not taking any “no” on this matter. “You are going to seduce your husband?” Vero asks me the same question for the eighth time now. She is looking at me as if I have misplaced my mind, or she eludes her hearing. “For the love of God, yes.” I throw my hand in the air seeing her dramatic tone and astonished face. “And I need your help.”