Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

I couldn't control the anger brewing in me, simmering through my veins and enveloping me. "She was the one who walked out of his life. She was the one who decided she doesn't want him anymore. I met the man, I wanted him and I am the one wearing his fucking ring, so he belongs to me. He's mine and she's in for one hell of a surprise if she thinks she can take him away from me. I own that man. Every inch of him." I spat out my words venomously, my voice thick with a possessive that stunned me after I uttered those words.

“I deserve that after what I did to you…” “You tried to hurt me. You succeeded. You tried to own me, to possess me and then you…” “You own me!” the vehemence of his heated reply made her jump. He pushed himself from her and jammed his fingers into his hair as he paced the floor in front of her. He looked at her and jammed a finger in her direction. “You possessed me! You possess me! I still smell you, I taste you! You’ve possessed every pore of my body!” his voice broke and he looked like he was going to shed a tear. His voice dropped to a whisper, “I can’t stop thinking about you!”

I whispered. My eyes searched his face for answers. “Yes but it’s probably my dog. It can be overly sensitive whatever it is, it’s not far.” I sighed quietly, releasing some of the weight in my chest. Leaning back, a dull ache built inside me the stress catching up. “Thank you I murmured, unable to look at him. Then A faint glow came from where I left my phone.I picked it up again. Another message. “You can’t run away from us. We’re getting you soon hang on.”

“You want to come in?” Cale nodded and I cursed internally. Why? What was I being punished for? I sat down on the couch next to Joey, leaving the single seater open for Cale. Joey went into the kitchen to get Cale something to drink. “What are you doing here? I told you not to leave,” Cale hissed at me. “You don’t own me,” I replied, “And I’m visiting my best friend.” “Do you ever listen to anybody?” “Yes, people who don’t reject me,” I smiled a sugary sweet smile at him. His face got angrier than it was, something I didn’t even know was physically possible. Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in.

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

Possessive. His presence wrapped around me like a shield. “Problem?” he asked, voice calm, lethal. Chase held his ground. “Just catching up with Raeliya.” Kaelric’s hand settled at my lower back. The mark burned. “She’s occupied,” he said. “With me.” The silence that followed was thick, electric. Chase’s jaw tightened. “You don’t own her.” Kaelric leaned in, voice dropping. “No. But I protect what’s mine.”

Storm looked down, “I’m wearing your shirt.” “I know, put on some pants.” “It’s long enough to pass as a dress or oversized look.” “No, I don’t want other guys to have their sick fantasies.” “Like you.” She nudged him. “I’m allowed to.” “Just let me off the hook, just this once.” Chase picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, and went into his closet, he set her down, he took some pants and threw it at her. “I never thought you could be this possessive.”

God, he is crazy and why I have never seen this before? "You are not my property, neither I am yours" I whispered and a loud sob escape through my chest. Suddenly he grabbed me by my arms, his face dangerously close to mine, his hot rugged breath fanning on my face. "You are my property, only fucking mine get that in your fucking head" he spat, his voice held dangerous possessiveness for me. He is scary. I am scared of him. His obsession, his possessiveness has ruined every good thing we could have had.