Your Husband Is Mine Novels & Stories

I shiver at his touch and I know he could sense it. ''How so?'' ''You're mine. You're mine only. I get to touch you, feel you, care you, kiss you, love you. No one else can but me.'' He whispers into my ear, kissing down my earlobe, ''I'm a one hell of a lucky husband to have you as my wife, baby.''

"Because I wouldn't know what I could do if you cheated on me." "Stop thinking about something so absurd, okay? You're stressing yourself over trivial matters. You are my wife, and I am completely yours." "Of course, you're mine." She held her husband's hand and breathed deeply. "Only mine."

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

I said gaining all the confidence I had-" You have lost your rights on me. I am your wife only in paper. You will not..." Before I could complete he grabbed my arms harshly as he came dangerously closer to me and said in his deep husky angry voice-" Do not dare... I have all the rights on you. You are all mine. Mine to have, Mine to touch, mine to ruin. You are all mine. Do you understand?"

“You’ll always be mine in all ways possible.” “And you’ll always be the alpha that owns me, Logan?” “I definitely will be that and more. Though I kinda like the title of husband.” he says before he kisses me again. I love both too. “I’m good at multi-tasking. I’m sure I can handle being both.”

He only stated that I looked familiar, but he wasn't sure, but now… I seem to be the only one in the dark, like he remembers every single detail of what happened between us. He's not asking, he's stating a fact, placing a possession, he's saying, “You are mine, and there's nothing you can do about it.” Do I even want to do anything about it? The husband pulled me even closer to himself, and I yell, tilting my head backwards to avoid hitting his chest, realizing I'm avoiding touching him, he slowly reached for the back of my head and gently pinched it closer to his chest, until my cheeks was on him, he was so careful as if he was dealing with a fragile egg and is protecting it from dropping,

"Shhhh... It's alright. I understand. I know you were fine with it at first. But this business with Georgie, and her references to her mother, have unsettled you... "... I want you to understand... Not just here..." He taps my temple... "But here..." He slides his hand down the length of my body, pressing the palm to my stomach... "In your belly... In your gut... I want you to know it... To feel it... In every way that matters, I am your husband. I am yours. And I shall be for as long as I'm walking this earth." He slips the hand back up to mine, linking in his fingers. Once more, his eyes fixing on mine... "I take thee, Charlotte, Jennifer, Kimberly, Summerford, to be my wedded wife..."

I scoffed, inching closer, leaning to his height as I towered over him, I deadpanned making sure he gazed at me. “ You own no right to hurt my wife, do you get me?” He flipped his head to the side, letting out a cackle as he did.“ You are nothing to her, do you think just because she has a ring that really makes her your wife?” I let out a peal of throaty laughter before running my tongue over my lips. “ I am her husband, and it is my right to make sure she doesn't shed a tear, I don't care who you are or what you are to her, if you make her shed a tear, I will make your life miserable”

" You are not going to that dinner. You can't go on dinner with anyone..." " Why ?? " " I will kill him. You are my wife, my legally wedded wife. " " Only on paper and it is an open marriage till it lasts." " No!! Stop throwing it on my face every time. It is not an open marriage now. It is absolutely closed one with you locked in my arms. " " Let me remind you... " " No beautiful, Let me remind you that we also got married most traditionally as well. So according to dadi, you are mine for our seven lives." He said and pulled me in his arms.

He lowers his mouth to mine — not quite kissing, just breathing the same air and something in my chest unravels against my will. "Your husband's on his way home," he murmurs. "But until then—" his knee nudges my legs apart. "you're mine."