Boss Possesive Mga Nobela at Kwento

"A boss has the title and a leader has the people" 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

I slowly turned to Luis who had a satisfied grin on his face. “I wish you all the best, enjoy.” “Can I have your dogs?” I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. “Easy, easy, I'm just joking.” He said with a smile. “You better be. Losing my title to you doesn't mean I'll lose my profits to you. You need to get your own. Only the Sango owned properties would be transferred to you, not my hard earned properties.” “Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May.

He brushed his lips against hers. "Because you belong to me. You had always belonged to me and you will always belong to me, my doll," authority was laced in his tone. He gently pecked her lips and gazed into her alluring hazel orbs. "And each and everything which is yours is mine and you know it very well that…." He paused and pulled her more close. "How possessive I'm of my belongings that even if someone would think about taking it away from me.. I'll make that person regret on his own being,"

Possessiveness in every word. Taking some of the oil in my hands, I began to massage his back. Trailing my hands up to his shoulders and then back down, applying enough of my weight so that he felt the pleasure. I dug my nails down the arch of his back, not enough to hurt but enough to drive him wild. And I had the pleasure of watching his back arch, head thrown back in a soundless moan. My breath left me at the pure masculine beauty of him. Getting bolder, I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, threw it to a side and bend over from the waist up so that I was now lying over him, skin on skin.

I wanted to believe she wasn’t like the others. And I wouldn’t allow anyone else to claim what was mine. A strong sense of possession filled me, something deep and instinctive, a powerful need to keep what was mine safe. Now, the woman I had always wanted was finally with me. Just the thought of losing her was unbearable.

“And you’re already letting some other man near you?” “We’re not together,” Nuri shot back, fire flickering in her tone. “And even if we were, it’s none of your business.” Kalmin stepped forward, close enough that he could see every fleck of gold in her irises. “You are mine, Nuri.” She jerked her chin up. “I’m no one’s possession.” “You are mine,” he repeated, each word a vow carved from stone. Before she could answer, her eyes snapped past him—to Bella, who now stood on the stairs, holding a duffel bag and a suitcase.

"You, on the other hand, seek my pleasure." "Always," Paris replied, and her mouth left Sigfri’s to begin a downward journey. She kissed her jawline, the sensitive hollow of her neck, and the collarbone that bristled under her touch. Each kiss was a promise—words stating that this was her territory, a place where Dorian could never enter.

he growled. “None of your business,” I stated. “It is my business,” Cale replied, “I’m your m-- Alpha.” “Right. Mr. Alpha, I will do whatever the hell I want, and this is my house. You cannot stop me.” “Lisa,” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you so stubborn?” “Cale,” I rolled my eyes at him, “Please leave me be. You came here for pack business, not as my personal bodyguard. See you later.”