Suami Yang Kejam Novels & Stories

At first,I thought I had gone blind but within a few seconds, I could see again. I struggled to let loose and my wrists started hurting, but I couldn't break free.Without saying anything,he put his hand against my skin, I closed my eyes, and started crying, this is not what I bargain for, how could my husband treat me this way? I remained silent, neither resisting nor responding.

If it was my mother, I needed to warn them. "Don't move," I heard Jamela say holding a knife to my neck. "Jamela, what the hell are you doing?" I asked confused. "Did you actually think I would bed you like some whore?" She asked offended. "Jamela, I had no plans to bed you," I answered honestly. "What exactly are you doing?" I asked her holding my hands up in surrender. "What does it look like? I'm robbing you, tubby!" she said insulting me. It took little to no effort to grab her wrist and remove the dagger from her hand.

Because if it wasn’t him… then who? Jamal turned to me, eyes sharp now. “So what? She just forgot her pills and ended up pregnant by some random?” “Watch your mouth!” I snapped. He shrugged. “Truth hurts. She’s reckless. A certified shameless whore.” Anger surged. “One more word from you, and Imma take you back to the grave you escaped!Y'all speak like she’s not human!” “Human who sleeps around,” he shot back. “That’s on her.”

" She asked again, this time the tenderness she had in her eyes when talking to her husband was gone, it was all replaced with anger. " We don't sell out our work" jimil replied with fake boldness. " Very well then, you get me a pliar" she ordered to one of the men standing and he quickly went out and came back almost immediately. " Here ma'am" he handed her the pliar. "Wife, you do not need to dirty your hands with this scum, let them do it for you" Damian said lovingly and she smiled. " Okay then" she handed the pliar to the man standing closest to her, " chop of his pinky".

Just as she tried to shove him away, a man stormed in like a bullet. He grabbed Seymour by the collar, yanked him to the ground, and started punching wildly. "You homewrecking bastard! Who do you think you're hugging? You dare touch my wife? Are you looking to die? It was fun sleeping with my wife, huh? I'll teach you what happens to a kept man!" Jessica's husband was ruthless. Within seconds, Seymour's clothes were torn to shreds, his face swollen and bruised. His shrill screams echoed through the office.

I need him to suffer more than this. Jasamina's bruised up body and pained cries as she tried to breastfeed her baby those months ago filled my head, fueling my anger. Her fear of intimacy. The things she said about the way he maltreats her and forces men on her. That horrified look on her face whenever her mind wanders off to the past....to her husband. No. Not nearly enough. I turn him on the ground and climb on top of him before punching him. The sound of his bone cracking reflects against my fist and I grab him up before punching him again. Blood fill his mouth and his nose.

He was trying to control himself but Jamima thought that her words are working on him (what a stupid girl we have as our FL). Suddenly, his eyes shot on Jamima's and she stiffened in her place. He wasn't happy and calm, as she thought he would be, instead, his face was serious and annoyed. He moved towards her and begin to take his steps words her and after reaching in front of her, he snapped, "This stupid little argument is annoying me, you heard me already also you know better than anyone here that I do whatever I want, now be a good girl and tell your master, who told you all this and I'll less you punishment."

It felt like he had flayed me open. And the leather pressed against my mound was soft and caressing me. My already sensitive pussy was having a hard time understanding what to focus on. And I was embarrassingly wet between my legs. “I don’t want any part in hurting her. If you want to hurt your wife, do it. But I won’t be a part of her pain.” Jeremiah laughed. He laughed like his brother has made a joke. Fucking arsehole was a sadist, no doubt, and probably thought someone who didn’t want to take part in hurting someone else was to be laughed at.

As Neha and Jamal were pleasuring each they didn't care. "Jamal sucks her nipple later first let her see what that bitch is disturbing us for," Hemant said. "Always coming and knocking. Can't she give everything at just one time? Always greedy for money and would disturb us too." He gritted his teeth with annoyance over Jaamini.