Romans & histoires Books With Extremely Possessive Obsessed And Jealous Heroes

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

Catherine asked in astonishment here. It took a deep breath. "Alamid is greedy and hard -hearted.. he wants half of the property I have and the hundreds of gold from other countries to go to him. He asked Daddy for that then. But he didn't agree to what he wanted. Alamid got angry and quarreled," Henry described the brother. He could not believe all she knew. "That's why I feel different from Uncle Harry. I feel like I'm not safe when he's around me!" I told Grandpa. it sighed at what she said.

Who did he think he was? He continued to flip through his documents, seemingly unperturbed by my unannounced arrival. Fueled by pride, I refused to speak until he acknowledged my presence. But there was an enigmatic quality about this self-centered man that eluded me. While I could usually read people effortlessly, he remained an enigma, concealing his emotions. Unable to bear his dismissiveness any longer, anger surged through me. "What have you done to my brother?" I demanded, my face contorted with rage. His villainy knew no bounds, resorting to kidnapping my own flesh and blood to coerce me into accepting his outrageous proposal.

he stated. Dante laughed out hysterically at Dominick's words. "That isn't possible. Only a woman can penetrate the Red Goddess's Villa" Dante stated. Dominick clenched his fist. He knew what the goddess villa was. Matter of fact, he had lost over twenty men there previously. The goddess villa was owned by one of the most devious female Mafia bosses. "Lady Red goddess" "Are you crazy, Dante?" Dominick yelled out angrily.

As long as he gets whatever he wanted, the rest would never matter to him. Suddenly, Dianna moved her head sideways. She was moaning with something, and Aaron didn’t do anything, but listen. “Klaud…” “Where are you, Klaud?” Dianna cried in her dreams as she desperately tried to find Klaud. Her eyes were covered in tears which made Aaron jealous and upset. “Huh, that man is causing a chaos even in her dreams!” He whispered and hoped for Klaud’s abrupt demise. The longer he meets Klaud, the stronger the jealousy turned out to be. Aaron was a wise man, but everything turned upside down because of Dianna. His love toward her became a selfish possession.

However what I didn’t expect were the stumbles of anger that flipped me over the next seconds. “I don’t know who the fuck had led you into this jungle full of horny wolves, but I’ll grace you with the count of three to bolt out… Over my bed body would they prey on you.” Is this Jordan-freaking-I-don’t-give-a-fuck exhibiting the possessiveness I can remember coming across in those typical comic books?

I hummed, nostrils flaring with every breath. Maxwell’s eyes tiebreaker to slits. “Sensitive,” he observed calmly. Heat flooded my face. He moved around me then, slow and unhurried, every step making me more aware of him. “You researched edging.” “Yes.” “And what do you think it means?” “Control.” “Partially.” Warm hands settled briefly against my waist from behind. My breath caught sharply. “It’s awareness,” he corrected quietly near my ear. “Learning how to stay inside desire instead of chasing release.” I recoiled but didn't move.

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

Tonight it felt more electric. “You’re becoming part of this,” I murmured. “More than just the nanny. I feel it. And I think you do too.” She bit her lip, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. “I do. It’s scary how fast it feels right. Like I belong here.” The possessiveness surged stronger than before. The thought of her here, under my roof, responding to my authority, not just with the kids but in deeper ways, ignited something primal. Protective. Guiding. Mine to shape and cherish. I imagined guiding her further, her cheerful spirit yielding to my firm hand, trust deepening into surrender. Permanent marks. Ownership. The ideas flickered at the edge of my mind, not yet spoken but powerfully p

he said, “and I belong to you, princess.” Fucking hell. Even though I didn’t fully understand what he meant, those words made something clench deep inside me, a slow tightening that sent a shiver skating down my spine. How could someone be this dangerously hot and infuriating at the same time? Was this what those romance books were talking about when they described their male leads? That strange mix of danger, and pull you couldn’t quite explain? I should be angry. Hell, if it were anyone else, I would be angry. Possessive wasn’t exactly a trait I admired. And yet, here I was, looking up at him through my lashes, not saying a single word.