The Art Of Taming His Husband Novels & Stories

Hell, I did. “None of my business, huh? You see, Camila, your business is my business. That is something that you should grasp as quickly as possible.” He spoke in a rich, husky tone. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I forced my gaze away from his lustful gaze. He clasped both of his hands around my face and kissed me, parting my lips and seizing my tongue. I melted in the warmth of his kiss. My heart practically skipped a beat when he forced me up against the shower glass. He yanked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pinning me against the shower glass. He maintained his gaze on me. “I’m going to teach you how to communicate effectively with your husband, Camila Grayston.” He g

I don’t know how or why all these people managed to find my post, but the comments have been so kind. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how people would take the news, but so far they have been happy for us. I’m floating on cloud nine when I climb into bed. Artemis comes out of the bathroom looking like sin, and I shamelessly watch him as he walks over to the bed and climbs in next to me. “What?” He asks. “What? I can’t check out my husband?” I counter. He smirks at me in that wicked way of his that always get’s my blood going. “You can look all you want Blue jay, I’m yours.”

He caged me using his legs. I felt his nose sniffing my hair as he drew circles on my flat stomach. "In what way can I tame you, Savvy? Do I have to cut the grass or tan my skin more just for you to consider this marriage?" he whispered. I irritably stopped painting and removed his hug from me. And yeah, he removed it, but his hand settled on my thigh. It was just resting there and not moving, but the heat and the sensation coming from it were all caught up in my stomach.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

She must have watched me talk to mimic me that well. "I am serious," Catherine added with a stern tone. I knew she was serious, but then I laughed again. "Okay, then," I said as I calmed myself down. "I introduced you as my wife because you are my wife, aren't you?" I asked her as I raised my shoulders. "Tied by our son and not love, not respect and certainly not trust." She growled as she whispered. She had terror in her eyes, and I gulped in fear. I didn't know what to say or do.

She smashed he against the wall ending him instantly. My wife had an extreme super strength and that was one of the reasons I never argue with her. She had the temper of a mother dragon. And one wrong move with her would earn me a severe torture from her. “Are you okay?," She asked looking around me “Where is Artie?," She asked, I was about answering when I noticed something was off. My wife's scent was... “Caught me," werewolf laughed shifting to it's original form, I got angry with his trick and slashed him immediately.

The trees swayed gently with the wind, the grass looked freshly trimmed, and even the birds seemed happier than me. In fairness, Dad actually had good taste. Before I could continue admiring the surroundings, I heard someone call my name. “Ma’am Aria!” I turned and found Ansel washing the black Mercedes we had used yesterday. “Oh, Ansel. Want some milk?” I asked while watching him struggle against a bucket of soapy water. “No po. Tapos na po,” he smiled. I nodded before immediately getting to the point. “Anyway, Ansel. Have you heard anything about my fiancé?”

Since he didn't age, he was called a trophy husband, but Harper didn't mind the gossip. Neither did she complain that her husband continued looking great. Old men enjoyed younger women all the time; why couldn't Harper be allowed to do the same? Saint was as gorgeous as when they met, yet something was different about him. His eyes were warm these days with happiness that hadn't been there before their story unraveled. Harper smiled. "Yeah, I'm watching Caroline play in the garden. It's rather soothing for the soul watching her. I'm all relaxed, and it's been a while since I felt so calm..."

Before I left, he crafted a necklace for me with a built-in micro camera. He kissed me hard, his tone paranoid as he said, “Aurora, you’re my everything. I can’t have you leave my sight. If I lose track of you, I’ll lose my mind.” I knew how twisted his need for control was, but to put him at ease, I willingly wore the necklace and headed into the desert. Every single day out there, he watched me through that camera. However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman?

“Do not pretend I haven’t previously indicated my longing to make you my wife. We both know that’s not true.” “So quick to anger.” “Defending my stance.” “A stance which may have further motive since I ‘carry your blood’.” “I wanted you before that.” “As a hostage.” “As a mate.” He corrected. Parrying every potential declaration of war like an expert fencer. When she quieted, he handed her a shimmering silver fork and knife. “Where have these lovely dishes been hiding?” “Out of your reach, since you’ve tried to gut me on occasion.” “I don’t need a knife to do that.”