Novel & Cerita Jealousy Got Me Strapped

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

He even crouched just so he could look at me carefully. "What if I am?" he asked dangerously. I was caught off guard as my lips remained parted. But then, I laughed sarcastically. How dare he get jealous? "The fuck, Delton?" I shook my head as I raised my hand and showed him my wedding ring. "I already have a ring on my finger and you're still jealous! You already have my signature, my body, and even my life, but I am still not allowed to crush other men?!" I turned back out of annoyance and fisted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly, and when I opened them again, I saw disbelief in his eyes.

I pace back and forth in my luxurious office, frustration radiating from every fiber of my being as I clutch my phone tightly in my hand. With each step, my mind replays the images that have ignited the raging inferno of jealousy within me. I can't shake the sight of Valentina and James, their smiles radiant as they sit together in the cozy café, captured in a moment of apparent intimacy. Dialing Giovanni's number, I press the phone to my ear, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. As the call connects, I waste no time in unleashing my torrent of emotions.

I warn. "How else will I get out?" she questions. "I'm gonna get you dressed," I tell her as I push her back to the seat where her bikini floats; I reach for the bra first, tieing it around her neck awkwardly, and then I reluctantly remove myself from her vagina to cover her down below. "Are you jealous?" she asks me with a smirk. "Yes. Yes, I fucking am," I growl against her ear. "And a man is never more dangerous than when he's utterly jealous and out of control, Bianca."

Arella stiffens. Then, slowly, she sits on the edge of the huge king-sized bed, her fingers curling into the sheets. "I thought so too, but I don't think he has" she admits softly, but her body is tense. "He was asking me weird shit, like about a necklace he gave me in college, and whether we were happy and other stuff." A sharp, hot wave of something crashes over me. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Fury. I move closer, my jaw ticking, my chest rising and falling with measured breaths. Cupping her jaw, I tilt her face up to mine, forcing those deep blue irises to meet my own.

That quick look at me, though, was enough to stir up the feelings I was trying to hold back. I felt my hands make fists at my sides, my nails pressing into my palms as I made myself remain calm. I took a deep breath and told myself I have no right to feel jealous. Seeing them hug was fucking hard to bear. I could feel the guards and servants looking at us. Before I knew it, my heart had began to beat fast, each beat full of anger and something else I did not want to feel – something too much like jealousy. "We are fine, Oliver," Jasper finally said.

Alex was a jealous maniac and he couldn't bear the thought of seeing me with someone else. "Strip!" He yelled in a demanding tone. I quickly removed my clothes, feeling a sense of dread was over me. I stood bare before him, his eyes roamed over my body with a mix of lust and possession. He removed his clothes, revealing his arousal and walked close to me. He smashed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly, without love but anger. "Did he make you feel like this when he tried kissed you?" He asked, his voice dripping with jealousy. I shook my head, but it was a lie. My mind was elsewhere with Julian whose presence had made me hot and bothered.

I knew then that I could never compete with that and that I could never stay angry at the person who was making you happy because I never could. I sometimes let my jealousy get the better of me. I'm used to our band mates paying too much attention to the girls they liked but when it came to you, I couldn't take it. I never said anything then but deep inside of me I wanted to punch every single one of them every time they made a move on you and claw their eyes out every time they stared at you. I always seemed to shrug it off but honestly, it took all of my willpower to remain calm during those times. It was even more difficult to control my jealousy when JD was in the picture.

I throw my head back at his chest as he pulls the elastic of my bra. “You thought?” he asks, grabbing my throat from behind.. I rise on my tiptoes. “Answer me, Little Riley,” he growls into my ear, making me shiver. “I thought… it would take you a while… I am not messing with him or with you.” “You sure are trying to make me jealous,” he says as tightens his hold on my neck. It’s a strange feeling. Mikolaj is acting jealous and possessive. Even though he is holding me by the neck, technically, I have him by his balls. It feels like a power trip.

which means, that I do trust him. I nodded my head in agreement before he kissed me. He then got on his knees before he pushed the pillows aside that was on top of the straps. He smiled and said, "You look delicious right now." I blushed and when I looked up, I noticed the straps were coming from behind the headboard. This means he's done this before! Just the thought of him being with someone else made me suddenly jealous. I closed my eyes to calm myself down before I felt something being put on my body.