Your Husband Is Mine Novels & Stories

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

But trying to control his emotions, Ryan hid Nichole behind him and asked Jack in a furious tone, " Why have you come here? What do you want?" "I am here to claim back what belongs to me," Jack replied arrogantly as he walked towards Ryan and focused his gaze on Nichole. "What do you mean?" Ryan asked as he clenched his fists. "I mean to say I want Nichole. She is mine." Jack said as he tried to pull Nichole towards him. Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife."

The moment the words left my mouth, Marco’s face lit up like someone had given him back his life. His voice cracked with excitement. “Aurora, I knew you couldn’t walk away from me. Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll stay faithful to you for the rest of my life. I’ll never betray you again. You’re my whole world, and everything I have belongs to you.”

So perfect for my cock —my husband's perfect hole. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. Yes. Fuck your husband, stretch me. Fill me up, make me yours forever. He started thrusting, long and deep at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot. He kissed me hard, tongue claiming my mouth while he fucked me steady. You're mine now, he growled against my lips. My husband. This ass belongs to me, promise me no one else ever gets inside it. Only you, I gasped. Only my husband's cock. Fuck me harder. Own me.

At the toast. His jaw tightened. "You didn't tell me." "You didn't ask." "I'm your husband." "You're my mate," I corrected. "There's a difference." He stepped into the room. The door clicked shut behind him. His eyes never left my stomach. "Is it mine?" The question hung in the air. Absurd. Offensive. And somehow, painfully sincere. I tilted my head. "I assume so. You're my husband. We share a mate bond. Who else would it belong to?"

They were my people, and their well-being mattered deeply to me. “I love how considerate and charming he is, and how he treats us,” Lexa's voice echoed in my mind unexpectedly. “Don't love him, Lexa. He is my husband now,” I scolded her. “But he is our husband, our mate,” Lexa challenged. “He is not our husband. He is my husband, mine alone,” I argued. “Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. You are becoming quite the possessive mate, aren't you?” Lexa teased.

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

I said, and my anger was really visible. “What do men want?” I asked almost silently, and he looked at me. “Flint is immature. I am indeed your husband, and I will never have a mistress. I can only touch a woman, and that woman is you. I don't need any other woman because you are more than enough for me, and I am lucky to have you.” He said, and I couldn't help but open my mouth wide. “I am so lucky to have you in my life. I will never be like Flint.” He said it, and I was surprised.

Our hearts were racing in unison; the act had become something mutual. He took a moment, his eyes charting the landscape of my body, before he finally planted his hands on either side of my hips, his gaze falling to the wetness between my legs. "You're mine, Chelley. Every inch of you," he breathed, his voice raspy and low and hot. “Yes, master… Take all of me. I belong to you…” I said, and he shushed me, his index on his lips. “Moan my name now… or whatever, I’m not your master now; I am your husband.” Cassian said with that grin, that bad boy grin that made my heart skip, 'I moaned softly…'

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.