Novel & Cerita Chased By My Possessive Ex

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.

I wanted her and the possessive feelings had clouded my mind. “No one can touch my mate. You’re fu-king mine,” I mumbled in her ear and tossed her against the door before crashing my lips against her.

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.

It is almost hypnotic the way pure moonlight caresses his skin, from the trail of hair to the dip of his shoulders. "I wasn't running." I sound small. Shaky. So out of breath. "I don't tolerate liars." My nerves crawl their way up to my chest and then squeeze my throat, firmly as he takes a step in my direction. "But I very much like it when people run from me." "You want to know why?" he raises an eyebrow at me and my heart settles in my stomach, as he takes a step towards me. "Because when they run, I chase. And the chase gives me power and satisfaction. Most importantly when I see the hope dying from their eyes as they realize there is no escaping me."

He announced Possessive much? "So that I don't escape?" "With me, You wouldn't want to go anyway… moreover you have nowhere to go, darling.".

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

You are mine. Alessia’s eyes flashed with irritation, and she sneered in response. ‘Your possessiveness is ridiculous, Mr Wilde. You turned me down for an ad sponsorship, you shot down my interview request, and now you show up uninvited and declare that you own me? Maybe you should get your head checked by a shrink, because you’re delusional.’ ‘You are going to be mine, Alessia, sooner or later. It’s only right that I watch over what’s mine.’

“That’s a promise.” His lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s so scorching hot and demanding it makes my head spin. My boobs smash against his chest as I cling to him tighter, our tongues thrashing together, teeth clanking. He kisses me like he’s putting his stamp on me- like he’s trying to possess me. Like he wants to own me. “You don’t own me, Chase,” I gasp against his lips, grinding down over the hard bulge in his jeans as my body seeks the friction it craves.

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.