Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

“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.”

They were possessive, obsessive, passionate and with the need to mark her all over gain his. "Fucking mine... Make me believe otherwise, and I'll show you exactly who you belong to, Elena."

It wasn't the frantic collision of the battlefield; it was a promise that he belonged to me as much as the city belonged to him. "Then let's go finish the ledger, Ms. Reyes," he murmured against my lips, his voice dropping into that low, possessive register that always put an end to the business talk. "The board is waiting, and I’m ready to show them what happens when you try to fire the boss."

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."

he said firmly, possessiveness in his voice. His love might be a little dangerous, but I like the idea of him being obsessed with me. It feels so good to be claimed—about him wanting only me and keeping me to himself. Because I want him for myself too. Only mine.

, 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.

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.