Novel & Cerita Boss Possesive

He keeps the suitcase on the desk. "У нас есть ваше оружие, сэр. [We have your weapons, Sir.]" The man says, his gaze on the ground "Это замечательно, ты пришел как раз вовремя, мне было интересно, что я буду использовать, чтобы убить этого сукина сына [That's wonderful, you came right in time, I was wondering what I would use to kill this son of a bitch!]" Boss says puffing up the cigarette smoke.

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

And the moment the Boss came into the light, the man in question immediately froze, and fear filled his face. “You don’t have to look so scared, Mr. Santos. It’s just me, your friend. When did I ever hurt you?” Asked the Boss. He turned his gaze to the two men restraining the chair and pulling the hair of the bound man, Mr. Santos, and said, “Let go of him, boys. You’re scaring our good old friend.” The two men then quickly did what their Boss ordered before retaking away from Mr. Santos twice. “Hunter,” said the bound man.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

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POV: Simon and I have been friends for a while now. His mom runs FY Glams. It’s a reputable organization that makes expensive, high class jewelry. She has been in the business for a long time and she knows everything there is to know about Jewelries. They have mingled long enough with the elites to be considered one of them. Everyone in our department knew that his mom was a big shot in the jewelry business, so many girls clung to him and tried to use him to climb up the social ladder.

he said—not in the same way as everyone else. No, his voice was laced with something else. Something possessive... Like i was already his.

“Because he’s threatening what’s mine.” I hesitate. “Including me?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but something flares in his gaze. “Especially you.” I suck in a breath. “You know he’ll use me, right? As leverage. As a distraction. Whatever it takes.” His voice drops. “Then he’ll learn what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.” There it is again—that possessive streak. But this time, it doesn’t come off as suffocating. It’s protective. Anchored. Like he’s not just defending his territory… but his person.