Suami Yang Kejam Novels & Stories

This is the first time he has been angry like this. "What is your problem?!" "I said fvcking go to your room, Jazzie! Don't test my patience!" I scoffed and laughed sarcastically. "Wow, you're the one who really said that. Do you think my head is getting cold from what you're doing ?!" I pointed at his chest. "You're acting like a jealous husband even though the truth is you don't care about me! Are you this ruthless, Valjerome? You're making me dependent!"

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

“I know what pain feels like because I lived almost all my life in pain!! I yelled, grinning. Releasing her hair and shoves her down, my breathing high, my voice mean, hovering over her. “You wrench, how …. landing a dashing slap across her face to cut her off. “Did you just fucking hit me? She asked, her lips trembling. My fists clenched by my sides, and I rolled my shoulders to the back, glaring at Jasmine. “Care to say that again ?? Stepping close to her, My face spread into a wild grin. I grabbed her by the arms, my hold strong and firm fingers piercing into her flesh,my face lace off any emotions. “If I see you anywhere close to my husband….ooh my ooh my" clicking my tongues against my

He just wants to come to her and hug her tight in his arms. "My husband is being a jerk. He doesn't want to open himself to me...and now, my life is near to end. Aemon Cooper is a Mafia boss, Dad…I have to embrace all of that and be one," she sobbed as she cried a river. Her chest feels so heavy that she can't breathe properly. The wind helps her to shed the tears all over her face as it dries it. "Sorry if I'm still not unleashing your real death. Your wife is turning a blind eye, do you know that?" she nodded like a crazy miserable woman.

At the third smack, a tear rolled down my face, another joining it soon after as my skin throbbed. “Are you fucking enjoying this?” Damian sneered, shoving his hand between my thighs harshly. He pressed against my core, letting my wetness seep through the fabric of my panties. “Fucking disgusting.” His words were harsh and sharp as he spanked me again. “You just wanted to be put in your place, hm? God, you're dripping, princess.” I whined at his words, struggling in his grip as more tears stained my cheeks. I hiccuped. “N-No… Sir–”

His screams a lot louder than mine. "What the fuck!" Jack roared, standing, turning, his cock red and blood engorged, wet. I held the knife in front of me, threatening. "Get the fuck out of my house, you asshole! You don't deserve her." "You can't stop me from seeing my wife, bitch. She's mine, not yours" he growled. "My fucking wife, you lesbian whore."

Gritting my teeth, I retracted my claws and looked away. His annoying voice instantly continued. “We are mates but you don’t even treat me like one.” he sniffled. “It’s like I’m your gigolo anytime you need cock and your wealthy Alpha Keagan refuses to fuck you. Tell me, has he also gotten tired of your bullshit?” A loud hiss tore through me and I snarled angrily. “Shut the fuck up, Jerome. Honestly, shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you. You have no idea how much I love Keagan!”

His jaw ticked seeing her staring at them shamelessly, the guts of this f*cking woman! He clenched his fist slamming it hard on the table to scare the poor girl to her guts, 'Hey lowlife wifey, you're the maid here, right? Are you being paid for standing here and stare at my girlfriend? Get your feet moving else you'll see the worst of me!!!', he spat venomously, his voice not showing a flick of warmth and love as he claimed in those letters. Again it was a lie, the husband she was waiting for, never actually returned! He's not the husband she'd been longing for because that husband was just a fictional character and this cruel beast is the one going to make her sufferance only heightened.

At one point Mark pulled out and watched Jamal pound me until I squirted all over my important papers again, just like the first time. “Tell him,” Jamal growled, slamming deep. “Tell your husband how much you love this black cock of mine.” “I love it,” I cried out around Mark’s cock. “I love his big black cock. I’m sorry… I’m such a slut…” Mark groaned and came down my throat first.

"No! You're being so insensitive. You're being a complete jerk now, Calix. You — " "I will appreciate it if you stop making me feel more pathetic than I already feel, Jamal." I silenced them both. "What?" There was hurt visible in Jamal's eyes but I ignored him, turning to look at Calix instead. That one had a smirk on his face and it irritated me greatly. "You're just a bastard, Calix. A disgusting one at that." The smirk on his face vanished and fury replaced it. "And you're a freak, a useless one at that."