Davis Possessive Novels & Stories

“Look at what they’re doing to him! Where did all those people even come from?! They don’t even know him, why are they… Pa! We need to get him out! Call your lawyers! Call your people! I know you have the connections, let’s just get him out, end this mess and save our brand from this embarrassment. This isn’t even good for the company!” Company? Oh, so now she remembers the company? “I wouldn’t worry about the company right now, Barbs” Papa droned, signaling me to pour a bit of juice for him. “The company is safe, this news means nothing to the company. If anything, we are glad, and will even gain more popularity for snipping out a bad seed before it ruined our harvest! Davis was a bad seed,

Forget it mom I won’t get any with a rich brat like him, even if he had the opportunity to help he wouldn’t besides Davis is fucking rich mom. He won’t invest, just a bully that's what he is. My phone rang in about ten minutes, it was davis body guard.where are you at the company. I have to go mom is getting late I gave her a peck and moved out, when I noticed a black bentley parked at the corner. It was the same model as Davis own but too bad I couldn't remember the plate number. Mrs Davis? Holy shit does it mean the car belongs to Davis, he called out again Mrs DavisI heard from the other end it

A door that would lead her through to a mountain filled with small caves, ravines (valleys), and clear rivers. At some point near the steep ravine, there lies the existence of the abode of several gods, namely the invisible kingdom led under the power of King Osso. A kingdom that was currently awaiting the arrival of its sole heir... a Prince with an eternal resting sentence-dwelling in the pawns of human life and merging with that entity.

Haya grumbled, before speaking. "Of course, he has arrived. "She replied in a soft voice and sat down at the table to consider his duties. "What is he doing?" Tora asked once more. Slowly he took a gander at Asher, he saw him holding his cell as he sat in the other chair. "None, just playing with her PDA, "she replied "Is that right?" said the Torah. "Goodness, go ahead; I'll answer our actions now. Bye!" he greeted Tora and then put the PDA down.

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...,"

He arched his brow, “you mean protective. Haven’t I already told you how I feel about things that are mine?” I leaned back rolling my eyes, “and I’ve told you I’m not your possession. I’m not an object you can lay claim to.” Lucas laughed, “you have it so wrong Taylor.” The door opened and David entered halting our conversation. Standing up I looked across the desk, “don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

"Davis and his mother spent five years ensuring I felt entirely powerless. I'm just returning the favor with interest." "And what about the sports car that was idling outside the estate last night?" Marcus asked, his expression turning instantly into stone. "My security team confirmed the plates belonged to Davis's personal collection. He’s circling the perimeter like a dying wolf." My fingers tightened around my tablet. The memory of his pathetic, weeping face on the wet asphalt outside the clinic flashed through my mind, but it didn't stir a single drop of pity in my heart.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

Davis finished with a sigh. I ran a hand frustratedly through my hair, my jaw grinding hard. The pieces were coming together but I wasn't impressed because it seemed to be forming a twisted ugly picture. I breathed out, hoping desperately that we wouldn't be hitting another dead end this time. “You're telling me we can't touch him?” Davis leaned back in his chair and his eyes seemed to search mine for a brief moment. “He isn't entirely untouchable. I'm telling you we need a solid plan.”

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.