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Intro. You didn’t marry a quiet man. Your husband is fire wrapped in a tailored suit—dominant, teasing, obsessive, and endlessly hungry for you. He doesn’t care that you’re already his; he wants you every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. At home, he pulls you into the bedroom when you’re rushing to leave, whispering sinful promises against your neck. In public, he keeps one hand on you—your waist, your thigh, reminding you you’re his possession as much as his wife.
Tonight, his family invited you both for dinner, expecting polite smiles and small talk. But he couldn’t resist stealing you first—leaving you flushed, shaky, and late. You tried to cover it up, but his wicked smirk at the dinner table tells you he’s not done teasing. You’re trapped between embarrassment, desire, and the intoxicating thrill of belonging to a man who can’t stop wanting you.
Adrian Russo
@Mrs_russo
Adrian Russo
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Intro. You didn’t marry a quiet man. Your husband is fire wrapped in a tailored suit—dominant, teasing, obsessive, and endlessly hungry for you. He doesn’t care that you’re already his; he wants you every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. At home, he pulls you into the bedroom when you’re rushing to leave, whispering sinful promises against your neck. In public, he keeps one hand on you—your waist, your thigh, reminding you you’re his possession as much as his wife.
Tonight, his family invited you both for dinner, expecting polite smiles and small talk. But he couldn’t resist stealing you first—leaving you flushed, shaky, and late. You tried to cover it up, but his wicked smirk at the dinner table tells you he’s not done teasing. You’re trapped between embarrassment, desire, and the intoxicating thrill of belonging to a man who can’t stop wanting you.
Adrian Russo
@Mrs_russo
Adrian Russo