روايات وقصص ضمن Books With Extremely Possessive Obsessed And Jealous Heroes

I slowly walked back toward the master bedroom, my inner thighs sticky and raw from the constant friction of his thick shaft. I stood in the center of his bedroom, staring at the messy gray sheets. The scent of our sex was trapped in the fabric, heavy and suffocating. I needed to wash him off me, but as I walked into the marble bathroom and turned on the shower, I found myself just leaning against the glass wall, letting the warm water hit my face. I was completely trapped here. He could change the elevator codes, lock the doors, and leave me with his security team, while he went out into the city to fight his corporate wars. I was supposed to be safe from Beatrice and Julian, but this safet

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Looking into the distance, the store left me amazed by everything around us, all the environmental riches. A huge sigh comes out of me, bringing me the joy of being happily welcomed for a week, including the magical illustrations of this place, although I have a bad taste in my mouth from what I just found out. Yes, now I see clearly, from the beginning, it was a damn obsession, him wanting to be with me and me allowing myself to be possessed by a stranger. I won't deny that Harry is crazy, but he's a possessive, controlling, and extremely jealous man, although he showed me that he is an attentive, affectionate, sympathetic, and hopeless romantic, as he was very detailed in every second, min

POV Xander-Someone's Jealous My thoughts are still racing as I hear all the comments around me and I ball my fists at my side in jealousy. Why was I so obsessed with Bella? Could I really be in love with her, as Nate says? Is this what it feels like? I didn’t know about that, but I knew that I could never leave her alone, would never leave her alone. She will always be my kitten and damned if I would just be able to stop those out-of-control feelings I felt. It was a hatred that turned into an obsession and it couldn’t be stopped.

She's cracking that resolve like it's made of glass. I rub my temple, replaying the moments that have been haunting me. Her constant questions during meetings, innocent enough on the surface, but delivered with that soft, curious voice that sends blood rushing south every time. "Mr. WhitFord, why did we pivot on the acquisition strategy?" she'd ask, her pen tapping against her full lower lip, drawing my eyes there against my will. I'd snap back something curt, my voice gruffer than necessary, just to mask the way my cock twitched at the sight of her. Grumpy? Hell yes. It's my shield against this insane possessiveness that's taken root. I don't do attachments. Women are distractions, temporar

He instructed. As the guards approached me, panic consumed my every being. I never expected my plan to backfire so horribly. The prince was indeed very ruthless "Nobody has the right to hurt her except me" He said in anger. His words were filled with so much hatred. The pain, both physical and emotional, was unbearable. I had underestimated the power and loyalty that existed between the prince and his mate. I had no idea that he was this protective of her. At that moment, I realized the consequences of my jealousy and envy.

’ I could swear to Goddess that I was going to rip his head off if he did. Felix and Red running together... the thought of that brought my blood to a boil. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. I wanted to uncover her layers on my own, and I surely wanted to be the only one within my pack who had access to her. I couldn't explain this obsession. When it came to women, I had never been jealous and controlling, let alone possessive, but with Red, I was all of it and more. ‘Where are you now?’ That wasn't a question—it was an order, and my tone carried enough edge for Felix to read it as a threat.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

It would’ve been comforting—if it weren’t for that scent. The smell of another man clung to her like a brand, sharper now that she was so close. My jaw tightened as my mind raced. Who was it? What did it mean? I told myself to keep calm, but a surge of possessiveness burned through me like wildfire. I couldn’t stop myself.

Only a flicker of satisfaction. "You're back early." Her voice was calm, almost bored. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the throat, and shoved her onto the mattress. She gasped, but her legs parted for me automatically. I pressed my body between them, pinning her down. "Explain." "Explain what?" She tilted her chin, defiant. "That your guard decided to take what you left behind? I didn't resist. I asked for it, actually." Rage burned through me, hot and blinding. But beneath it, something darker stirred. Jealousy. Possession. The need to mark her so thoroughly that no other male would ever dare.