Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

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.”

Jung boastfully replied, not without waiting for Alex to answer Zachary's question. "No wonder you look so smug and act above all these shareholders. Fifteen percent, and you acted like you were the owner. Miss Park, here, doesn't boast even though she owns twenty percent of the shares. My eyes quickly darted at Zachary, but he didn't spare me a glance.

Liam's lips moved upon mine, his soft lips sucking onto mine, moving in a rhythm that almost brought tears to my eyes. His tongue thrust inside my mouth violently, fucking my mouth and clashing against my tongue, trying to win a battle that did not even have any competition. He pulled back from the kiss only to stare into my eyes, the anger still shining in his eyes like a possessive stance of a violent animal towards its prey. "Tell me you are going to do exactly as I say. Nod your head and tell me that you are not going to go close to that fucking bastard. You are not going to be anywhere near that fucking cunt of a man! Nod your fucking head, baby."

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/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

he says, his voice low, an undercurrent of intensity, "I don't like sharing your time or you." His possessiveness is both endearing and surprising. A small smile plays on my lips as I stir the contents in the pot. "Jealous, are we?" I tease, the air charged with a subtle tension that adds an unspoken layer to our interaction. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken declarations. In that moment, the kitchen becomes a canvas for emotions painted in the brushstrokes of his possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room.

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,"

"First, because you asked, and second because it's yours. Everything I have belongs to you." Fuck, the creep is possessive too. Am so doomed.

Why I am behaving like. I am possessive toward her.

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel possession.