Novel & Cerita The Art Of Taming His Husband

Because somehow, the conversation had drifted even further away from him. And every time he tried to regain attention, it somehow returned to my marriage instead. To my happiness. To Lucretius. To us. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Meanwhile, my husband had apparently decided he had suffered enough. His arm slid around my waist. It was protective and possessive. It was the familiar gesture that immediately made my wolf purr. "There are limits to a man's restraints." His statement sounded calm and perfectly respectable, but the look in his eyes ruined all of that.

She mustn't get used to him, or she would be addicted to having him around. His availability felt like manipulation and his comfort felt like a tactic. "---it is for our Kami, don't you want her to know peace? My husband, please..." Tamina's voice reduced to a whisper and the rest of her words were unheard. Soon enough, Tamina and her husband joined them in the kitchen. She had a soft smile on her face and the man was frowning. "You are welcome. Please, feel at home." Tamina declared. "Yes, please do." Her husband grumbled, obviously not pleased with the arrangement but it was also obvious that he had lost the fight.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

With a sly smile, my husband fondled my breasts and I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly. "Seeing my wife in someone else's arms just drives me crazy. I can't bear it! I fucking can't." He said slyly. Fuck! My husband looked so sexy in his intimidating avatar especially when we were drenched in warm water, locked up in a shower cubicle. His hands released my boobies and I wondered where they were going to travel next. "I need to make you realize, you are mine! EXCLUSIVELY MINE! Nobody else can touch you." He said gravely and my eyes went wide when his hands crept down my black lace underwear and pushed it down

“You are nothing close to what I am, Jade. You’ll need 50 years to catch up to me.” “Well then, Mother, we shall see,” I said to her and winked. I really don’t have her time. For her to come to me, she feels threatened, and she should because I am going to tame that man and make him mine while she watches. “Domenico isn’t your type, and he regards you as a bothersome young girl. Leave him alone. He’s going to be my next husband.” “You mean your next target? The last time I checked, the man wasn’t married. And Kate, if that man is to be married, I, Jade Davis, vow to be his bride.”

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

She'd clipped her long, brown hair on top of her head to avoid getting it wet but a few stray tendrils were stuck to the back of her neck and fanning out in the water. Demetri had been rampant on his return, using his wicked body, hands and mouth with deadly precision to bring her to climax after climax. There had been a hint of wildness about him, the echo of his dance with his feral nature still fighting for dominance. It had been passionate and exciting and more than made up for them being parted for a few days. Her husband walked a fine line with his darker side, something which hadn't been as prevalent in the last couple of decades. It had thrown her off balance when he'd called from Eu

Surely, your husband isn’t looking for you. Why did he have to remind me about Troy cheating on me? ''Let go!'' I groaned, gritting my teeth as I tried to remove his arm from hooking around my waist, but he wouldn’t budge. ''Nope...'' he smirked, rubbing his morning wood on my side and my eyes widened in horror. ''Feel that? Stop whining or we’ll have to do it again...'' I froze, zipped my mouth, and let him spoon me for a little period of time.

Leonardo couldn't believe she just blamed him for her shamelessness "Don't worry though, I'm not like this with other men. After all you're my husband." Alas, he merely mocked her indifferently " I don't remember us getting married. Why didn't you tell me you are delusional as well?" " I'm still pursuing you, aren't I?" She murmured " Leonardo, can we just get married? How about we get our marriage certificate? " She had to admit he was hard to impress. Again, he knocked her head several times with a fork, and she glared at him angrily and aggrievedly as she tolerated the pain.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”