Best Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

He rips the blindfold off first so I can see his face looking flushed, reverent, and utterly ruined. Then he unclips each cuff slowly, massaging my wrists and ankles, kissing the faint marks he left like they’re treasures. I collapse into his arms, exhausted. He wraps me up, pressing soft kisses to every red line the leather left behind. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my temple. “My perfect, brave girl.” I smile into his chest, still trembling. The chains are cold on the nightstand now. But I’m warmer and more thoroughly claimed than I’ve ever been in my life.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

Our lips met in a deep, hungry kiss that stole my breath. It wasn’t soft this time. His mouth moved against mine with a passion that made my knees weak. I whimpered softly into the kiss as he tilted his head, deepening it. His tongue teased mine, slow and sensual, coaxing me to respond. I did — shyly at first, then with growing confidence, matching his rhythm. One of his hands squeezed my waist possessively while the other slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair.

--- JULIAN She's gone. I stand in the kitchen alone, her coffee cup still warm on the counter. I pick it up. Hold it. Feel the heat she left behind. This is dangerous. I've never been interested in anyone. Not really. Women throw themselves at me constantly. Wealth. Power. The Blackwood name. They see the surface and want to drown in it. But Paige is different. She doesn't see any of that. She just exists. Bright and real and completely unaware of how she makes people feel.

Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate. “I know I am an Omega.” She thought to herself, “an Alpha would never disgrace his title by mating with me, this mate bond is a mistake in the first place. The moon goddess was out of her mind pairing us together, she must hate me, she must despise me so much that she derives plenty pleasure from twisting my life into different stages of suffering and anguish, but this… this is a pain like no other, and I would be lucky if I make it out of this with my wolf in one piece.”

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

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I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

,she replied absent mindedly. "Um...Bethel, is this yours?" She asked and I scoffed. "Of course. What does it look like to you? My husband gave it to me yesterday as a valentine gift" I said with a smirk and her eyes dimmed. "He...He did?" She asked, stupefied. "Yes, Blair. And just so you know, its the latest model." I paused and moved closer to her. "You know, Blair, people like us, we don't brag with things that belongs to our fathers, we actually prefer to own them ourselves" I stated and turned to leave but stopped and looked at her again.

His dark eyes burned into mine with that same possessive intensity I remembered so well. “You’re not leaving tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’m not done breeding you yet.” The word “breeding” sent a fresh wave of heat through me. We had never been this raw when we were together before. But tonight, something had shifted. The anger, the longing, the six months of pent-up frustration had turned into something primal. I reached up and pulled him down into a deep kiss, my tongue sliding against his. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips. “Fill me again, Val. I want to feel you leaking out of me for days.”