The Art Of Taming His Husband Novels & Stories

••ARABELLA POV•• "Shameless? I don’t think so," he smirked with a flirty smile on his face. "After all, I’m your husband, and it’s my job to make all your fantasies come true, so it's one of my duties." "Yes, I read that, a good husband treats his wife well, and respects her," Abigail supported Xander's statement, holding up her phone, "how to be a perfect husband! It's an article Mommy, in that this content exists."

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

"Mr. Shepherd, you were too impulsive yesterday. All these years, it’s been your wife handling everything behind the scenes. “If she really gets upset and refuses to come back, the upcoming exhibition will fall into chaos." Henry snorted through his nose. "She merely basked in my glory. If the exhibitions succeeded, it was all because of my talent. "If she doesn’t come, let Tamara take over her work. It’s just menial tasks—anyone can do them." As if remembering something, Henry added, "Tamara isn’t like Rosalind. She’s naive and unwilling to flatter others. Don’t let her attend those banquets."

I watched his face lose all the softness I’d come to associate with his tamer side, and the raging, bloodthirsty don took over. “I’ll handle it,” he said after a beat or two of listening. His hard gaze fell on me, but softened again. “You are the most beautiful woman. My beautiful woman.” His thumb brushed my cheek. I smiled despite myself. “What happened?” “I have to go and demonstrate a warning.” I sat up and pulled on my shorts. My very ripped shorts. I shot him an accusing stare. “Thank God we bought all those clothes,” he murmured, not meeting my eyes. How my husband could be deadly one second and abashed the next never ceased to surprise me.

I placed my wet entrance against his huge blunt tip and began circling my hips. “You are dripping wet, wife. I can feel it. You want to feel my cock inside your tight cunt as much as I want it.” His deep husky voice and hot breath reached my ear, electrifying my whole body. I looked at him and blushed. He smirked at my reaction. How was it possible for him to turn the table on me every time I tried to tease him? God, could I never win against this handsome husband of mine? I arched an eyebrow at him instead, daring him to tease me again.

Her impossible, infuriating, intoxicating husband. Last night had changed everything. She could finally understand now why her cousin had warned her to be braver, to match Arnav’s intensity; and why her uncle had told her, quite bluntly, to obey her husband. If last night had taught her anything, it was that nothing about Arnav was simple. Even a gentle touch from him could melt her. A casual conversation could spiral into something far more dangerous. And what began as a game of push and pull ended in breathless surrender two naked bodies entangled beneath the covers until dawn lit the sky.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

“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.

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.."

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the