Romans & histoires The Art Of Taming His Husband

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

His grip is firm on my hand but his hand is soft over my waist. " Won't your girlfriend mind that... " He cuts me off immediately. " She's not my girlfriend." There's an edge in his tone. I slightly nod my head. Arturo is in a black suit, looking handsome with his blue eyes. I didn't notice before, he's also six feet tall like my husband. " You're the opposite of him." He says. He's talking about my husband. He's moving on his feet slowly with me. " We're, " I admit, " He's the best. I can get. " I glance at my husband. I shiver. I swear Arturo felt it. My husband's gaze is menacing on Arturo.

he chuckled lazily, pleased from the fear in my eyes for him. “I'm your husband and darling...” he paused and grabbed by waist. I squealed by sudden contact with my heart thumping loudly in my ears. He lowered his head and nibbled my earlobe lightly “husbands can do anything they want to, to their wife.” I gulped and panicked being in his arms afraid he might sense my uneasiness. He then looked up and locked his thrilled black orbs to my terrified brown ones. Licking his lower lips a smirk played on his handsome face as my husband commanded in his usual cold tone “so be a perfect wife and warm my bed.”

His wild behavior is over. I stretch for a long time; it’s time to get out of bed. I am in my husband’s arms, his hands roaming over my goddess-like body. His hand rests on my backside, squeezing it tightly, causing me to moan; my hand caresses his hard chest; he has a perfect body. He could be a model with all that. My husband is perfect physically, but not in terms of behavior. That needs to change. I free myself from his arms to take a shower. But he stops me. - Where are you going like that?

"One day, her husband told her that he hated her, that he hated her smile and her paintings. The woman just smiled, it made the man angry and started screaming. He shouted about his wife's beautiful skin was cold as marble, said her hair was shiny and irritating, they never grew, and it irritated him. The man screamed, screamed and screamed for hours, hoping something would take away the woman's smile. And he did. After so many hours of screaming, the two undressed and had sex on the living room floor; a violent and hateful sex, it was at that moment that the woman's smile accompanied her groans of ecstasy. A cold breeze passed through Artemisia's skin, chilling her instantly. The girl looke

I know that I need to marry someday, have a few kids to carry on the business, but my wife will never be one of the women I fuck. But Lena... chained up naked in the basement like a wild animal. I do want to fuck her. I want to keep her. I think I've always wanted to keep her, despite that she belonged to my father first. She's a pit bull, so first, I have to break her. I have to tame her. I knock back the tequila and pour another. And another. And another until I'm reeling. I'm vaguely aware that Arturo is hovering, and I tell him to get the hell out. "Fuck you too, you prick," he says. But he leaves.

He sighed and picked up the painting of a father dancing with his daughter and he gave it to me. "Is this Rian?" "Yes, it was when he married to Alex. I just copied that on one of their wedding picture." "You're good at painting. I wish I also have that talent." I smiled as I glanced at him, then turned to the first painting I saw earlier. "But you were also good is some aspects, like dancing and singing." I ignored him as I started at the piece of art in front of me. It was just a painting but it brought so many emotions inside me. I raised my hand to touch the mother's face in the picture.

Some were near the back, but most were in front. Her husband could freeze for all she cared, she wasn’t taking those out. She’d only remove what was attached to his clothes. The dance lasted more than ten minutes. And then it was time to remove all the pinned bills. They began taking the money and envelopes off their outfits together. She kept smacking her husband’s hand whenever he attempted to let it brush against her chest. “There’s still more inside, baby. Get it too,” he murmured, pointing downward. She heard the laughter of his friends who clearly planned this.

But it was already too late as she was about to pull away when Jonathan took her in his arms, enclosing her in and deepening their kiss. Just one second of letting her guard down would actually lead to this... This beast of a husband, really! Just how much did he need until he had his fill?! Although she was complaining so much in her head, Stefani's lips still followed the rhythm of her husband's movements, allowing him to dominate her as if it was the most natural thing to do. Soon, Stefani was kissed so much that she felt like a marshmallow melting on fire. Her lips felt numb and her head dizzy as she passionately kissed Jonathan back, even moving her arms to wrap around Jonathan's neck a

he yelled. "Not bad! It's like my plan is working and soon he will get angry and change. Don't stop Artie, you can do it."I encouraged myself. "Am I not your wife? I used to think that someone's partner is his first priority but you proved me wrong. Why on Earth did I have to find an arrogant husband like you?" "Are you out of your mind? Do you know what you are saying right now?" He looked confused. "I have my own stresses and instead of comforting me, you are adding salt to the wounds. What kind of wife are you Artie? Can't you see that am already puzzled.