Novel & Cerita Chased By My Possessive Ex

I was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

asked Chiara incredulously. “No,” I said calmly. “I would kill someone who wins your heart.” Chiara frowned. “Are you so macho that you would apply the phrase 'if she's not mine, she's nobody's'?” questioned Chiara, and I sighed. “Yes,” I admitted and looked at her earnestly, unashamed to show her my nastiness. “I'm possessive like that.” “Thank you for letting me know,” Chiara said sarcastically. “I'm not lying,” I said with a smile.

I think I would submit to her aswell. "No, you're not stealing him from us," Chase mutters, pulling her off me. "I think I quite like the idea of pegging," I smirk and he groans. "I'll fuck you later, baby; then you don't need a rubber dick; stop seriously." He glares at me, and there it is. His possessive side is the side that of him that doesn't like to share. It's the side that I fell for, pulled me in, and kept me there.

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

Fired others when they crossed the line. But this felt different. Too calculated. Too personal. This wasn’t some hostile market maneuver. It was a vendetta. My thoughts narrowed sharply. But what I still couldn’t understand was… why my company? Out of all the empires in Chicago, why this one? Why so much effort, so much precision, just to tear mine away from me? It didn’t make sense. What was the endgame? What did she want? What did I do to deserve this? I searched the shadows of my memory, but everything blurred. I couldn’t remember wronging anyone to this extent. I wasn’t the cleanest man in the room, I’d played hard, made ruthless calls, but nothing that felt this personal.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

“You’re mine now, Sunflower.” “I... Fang… I drive you crazy and…” I couldn't get my words out. I should have been outraged that he thought I was something he could own, but deep down I just felt relieved. A spark of excitement sprang to life in my gut at the possessive tone of his voice. “Why me?”

The sound coming from the music background seemed to fade away as I get closer to her direction and just when I was inches away from the stage, I intentionally grabbed her smooth long leg. I want this toy to play with me. As soon as my hands landed at her foreleg, the woman stepped backward and seductively made her way towards the backstage leaving me behind. What the fuck? Another woman emerged out from the other side of the room however; it was not the same as her. My hand turned into a fist. I want her bad; I will get what I want. “Where is your manager?” I shouted atop of my lungs.