Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.

“Say another word and I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to you.” “Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up, placating. “Relax. Just saying, she’s…something.” “She’s mine.” “Obviously,” he mutters, then clears his throat and drops the grin. “Look, I didn’t come here to flirt with your pet. We’ve got shit to talk about, big shit, you’re gonna want eyes on this.”

, I said, smiling. "So tell me how is your job going, and oh!! My God I forgot to say. I saw you on the tab with your boss, you were so cute and lovely honey", she said with a tinge of pride in her voice. I chuckled. " Thanks mum", I said. "Hope you and that hot looking Boss of yours is getting along", she asked. I rolled my eyes, I don't know how many ceaseless times have done that . "Not really", I said.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

"Because I don't lose, Khloe. And because you are the most valuable, efficient asset I have ever acquired. I protect what is mine. Now, get back to work. We have a killer to expose, and a company to save." He didn't mention love, guilt, or desire. But the possessive fire in his eyes spoke volumes. This wasn't about the company. This was about ownership, and I was deeply, terrifyingly, his.

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.

Possessive. “You wore this for me?” he asks, voice low and rough. He steps closer, backing me against the wall before I can answer. One large hand grips my waist possessively while the other slides up to cup my breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “Parading around my club like a little fucktoy, showing off what belongs to me tonight?” The words send a rush of heat straight between my legs. This version of him is more dominating, more possessive. It should scare me. Instead, it makes me wetter.

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa