Novel & Cerita Chased By My Possessive Ex

I said confidently. As I reached up to kiss him again, I could hear a faint rumble of possessiveness and desire from his chest. It mirrored my own emotional upheaval. I traced the back of my fingernails down his side, and he shuddered slightly from the sensations it elicited. He leaned down to plant a solid kiss on my mark, pushing our need and desire past the point of no return.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

“Vexia, this is my warning to you: I will not tolerate you even thinking about any other man.” I said in a sharp tone. I just realised that I am jealous; these feelings are so new to me. I can not share her with anyone… But why? What is this feeling of possessiveness? I will not let anyone take her from me. I leaned in close enough that my lips brushed her ear. “You belong to me, Vexia,” I whispered and bit her ear. “And the worst part is, I belong to you, too.” I didn't say it out loud.

it said. “Leave me alone,” I texted back. “Never,” he replied. “You’re mine.” I deleted the texts, my body shaking. His interest was scary, his amusement worse. He wasn’t horrified like me. He was excited and possessive. “The chase begins,” he’d said. I wouldn’t let him catch me. I’d fight the bond with everything, my hatred, my weapon.

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

Then, we got down to business. "So, the reason I’ve been so jealous and possessive of you is because you're a Scion." "I'm a what now?" I mumbled with a mouth full of pizza. This part seemed interesting, so I put my slice of pizza back into the box and wiped my hands. Sitting on the couch, I crossed my legs and listened, not wanting to miss any of this. I then sat there on the couch with my legs crossed and listened carefully. After Chase took a sip of his beer, he said, "Don't panic, okay? You’re human."

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp, its shadows dancing across the gothic arches of the ceiling. My mind raced, replaying the night’s events, Daphne’s attack, Chase’s trembling form under her, the rage that had surged in me when I saw her fangs near his neck. I’d moved without thinking, tearing her off him, my only thought to protect what was mine. Mine. The word echoed in my head, unbidden, possessive, and I hated how right it felt. Chase wasn’t supposed to mean anything to me. He was just a human, a stepbrother I was ordered to protect...a kid with blue blood that drove vampires wild.

Dascani Oh my, my husband is jealous I couldn’t possibly be jealous love, your jealous of what does not belong to you and you my dear are mine, I am territorial and perhaps possessive Mmm okay Mr, Possessive you have my apologies for ogling other peoples husbands, ooo that smells good Liza thank you! I take one and feed it to Freddie and he takes a bite and nods approvingly while chewing, Liza smiles and leaves, I continue reading through, it just gets more and more amusing, so she’s currently siphoning his money away to her family and he’s fighting to keep his business afloat haha.

"Sure, it definitely is!" Chad yelled loudly. He moved back and forth in the room, resembling a trapped animal. His heavy steps made the floorboards creak. "You are my moon." Belongs to me! I asserted ownership over you. End of the tale." I chuckled. The sound was not cheerful. It was acrid, severe. "Declared me as their own?" Do you refer to it as such? Chad came to a halt in his pacing. Confusion mingled with anger on his face as he gazed at me. "About what are you chatting?"