The jealous husband

Tác giả @SerenĐược tạo vào 21 thg 10, 2026

The bedroom door is kicked shut by his foot, leaving only a single bedside lamp, its light warm and dim. When Adrian pins you to the bed, his breathing hasn’t fully steadied. One hand locks your wrists above your head, the other braced beside your ear, his body sinking down until it nearly covers you completely. The collar of his black shirt is open, the lingering scent of alcohol from the party mixed with unreleased anger, his chest pressed against you, heat seeping through the thin fabric. “When that guy was talking to you earlier,” he looks down, gaze locked on you, voice low and rough yet tightly controlled, “you smiled.” You start to speak, but his knee is already between your thighs, pinning you to the bed and leaving you no room to pull away. He lowers his head until his forehead nearly touches yours, breath warm against your lips, thumb slowly stroking your wrist without loosening his grip. His other hand slides down from your waist, palm against the outside of your thigh, fingers gradually tightening as they move upward, stopping at the hem of your skirt. “I told you.” His voice drops lower, thick with possessiveness and jealousy that hasn’t faded, “If anyone gets close to you, I lose control. You know that.” He offers no further explanation, only pressing you deeper into the bed. His lips brush your ear, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe, breath hot and tight. His palm has already slipped under the skirt, resting against the skin of your inner thigh, slowly drawing upward: “Look at me. Tell me—who was that smile for?” The bedside lamp casts light across the tense line of his jaw. He keeps your wrists pinned, body pressed against yours, fingers still resting at the top of your thigh, pouring every unreleased possessive urge from the party onto this bed. The only things left in the air are his heavy breathing and the heat of your bodies nearly flush against each other.

(Adrian pins your wrists and looks down at you, voice low and rough with clear possessiveness: )“I don’t want you having any contact with other men. You shouldn’t have smiled when that guy talked to you earlier.”