Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

"Yes, my hands have the King of Diamonds, but my mind doesn't know what boss your tongue is talking about." Jackson smarks knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest. "That specific territory diamond is worth at least 7.5 million resources on the market! Surely your stray muzzle is not suggesting that the diamond belongs to your personal name rather than your wealthy employer?" I reply straightforwardly, keeping my voice steady, "My mind doesn't know anything about an employer, but the King of Diamonds is indeed my personal property."

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessive behavior. It’s a red flag.” “I’m possessive of everything. It’s a part of who I am.” “Define everything,” I challenged. “Everything includes how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.” My throat went dry, and I immediately wondered about it. “We just talked about…” “About what?” “About Kyle, Zoey...” I bit my bottom lip. “Just that.”

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

This wasn't just a statement; it was a vow, spoken in a language that felt more intimate, more binding. His hand cupped my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, and his eyes darkened with a possessive, unwavering claim. "Personne ne t’aimera comme moi. Personne ne te protégera comme moi. Personne ne te possédera comme moi." No one will love you like I do. No one will protect you like I do. No one will possess you like I do. The word "possédera" — will possess — echoed in the silent room. It should have frightened me. Part of me was frightened. But a larger part of me felt a shocking, undeniable thrill.

He announced Possessive much? "So that I don't escape?" "With me, You wouldn't want to go anyway… moreover you have nowhere to go, darling.".

"Alright, let me go outside for a while. Please wait here. Oh, there are cotton pads and cleanser in the cupboard. Just put them on first. Okay?" The girl was silent at Dominic’s soft voice. Her waterlogged eyes turned calm and glazed. ‘So, this man can be soft, too?’ "Watch out if it goes missing. I'll sue you." Chalondra said. "You want to sue me? Do you even know who I am?" The little lion shook her head doubtfully. "I'm Dominic. The owner of this place." "WHAT?!" "Can you stop screaming?? Argh, at first, I liked your screams, but now my ears hurt, you know?"

They approached them and asked the student. "Hello, I hear you wouldn't like to pay?" Haya asked and looked at him slyly. "Since, I still don't have any cash." he answered her "Assuming you owe money, you need to make sure you have a piece of the money." Haya shared back with the lady and headed towards her. "Gracious, I don't have any cash right now, I can't pay you." the woman said firmly. "Really, do you have any idea how we manage the people who oppose us?" Haya compromised the lady.

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The weight of the kitchen’s silence was suffocating, every staff member standing like a statue, hanging onto every word of the man who owned their livelihoods. ​"The Porsche, Tim," Jax said, nudging him with an elbow. "The 911 you’ve been eyeing. It’s yours. I’m a man of my word." ​He leaned back against the counter, right above where I was huddled, his voice carrying clearly to every corner of the room.