Davis Possessive Novels & Stories

Something inside me wanted him not to stop. His hands squeezed my waist even tighter, holding me prisoner in a relentless kiss where he took more than I was ready to give. And when he finally pulled away, his breath still hot against my skin, his eyes were filled with an insane possessiveness, as if he had finally taken something that rightfully belonged to him. And, in a hoarse voice, he whispered, a threat and a promise. "You're mine, Davina. Never doubt that." "Do you like me?" I asked, my voice low, almost like a whisper, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

He was feeding on my terror, basking in the absolute destruction of my world. "Everything is going to be fine, Gabriella," Davis murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheekbone, a terrifyingly possessive gesture. His voice was a soft, chilling promise that echoed in the quiet room. "I am here now. I am going to make everything right."

The words slipped out quietly before I could stop them. Darius looked at me carefully. “For what?” “For earlier.” I swallowed slightly. “For saving me.” His expression shifted almost imperceptibly. Softer. “You don’t need to thank me for protecting what’s mine.” The warmth vanished instantly. I frowned sharply. “There it is again.” “What?” “That.” I gestured vaguely at him. “The possessive attitude.” Darius stepped slightly closer. Not threatening. Just close enough to make my pulse react again. “You dislike the word mine,” he observed calmly.

Alice was the loose end to end all loose ends. If David went to the institute and found her gone... he wouldn't just shrug and go home. He would tear the world apart until he found her. He would burn down every forest, bulldoze every building, interrogate every friend. He wouldn't stop because he loved her — he would stop because he owned her. In his mind, she was his property. A defective appliance that had wandered off the assembly line. And the thought of David finding her... of him putting his hands on her again, of looking at her with those cold, possessive eyes while she was weak and vulnerable... it made me want to scream.

He looked so freaking angry, I got scared. "Everybody fucking wants you. Even Desmond." I gasped. He was still thinking about the little incident with Desmond? "Are you always going to get this possessive with me whenever a man talks to me?" He leaned in even closer, and I helplessly looked into those brown eyes that hypnotized me. "You are not available, Davina. You are mine. Every breath you take, every step you make, every freaking inch of your body is mine!" "Keep dreaming..." I whispered, but I was not doing enough to make me sound convincing.

Dale asks with a sneer, and I step closer to the fragile human. He is clueless and weak, but his attitude is infuriating me. He has no chance at ever owning even a portion of Davidson so intimidating him is rather pointless, but.... I allow my eyes to yellow a bit and my chest expands. I want him frightened. I want him to shudder when he even thinks about Davidson or Missy. "Davidson is owned by multiple families. It will never be sold. Now that I have cleared that up, stay away from my woman, or I will make you bleed," I growl, and his whole body shrinks.

I asked, looking at him as if he is the crazy one here. For some reason, it was easy talking to him than Daniel. He looked at me with confusion. "You aren't getting killed. Didn't he tell you?" "He who?" I asked. "Sir." He answered. "Sir, who?" "Oh, Mr Morwood." He said. Mr Morwood? "You mean Ace?" I asked with a flutter of hope. He nodded. "But I prefer not saying his name. It would be too disrespectful." He said proudly. Okay, maybe he was crazy.

"Davis, come with me and leave these two alone. You and I both know that you like Jared. Stop being stubborn. Besides, we have something important to discuss." Izzy smirked with her arms crossed, while Jared stared at me surprised. Davis looked like he forgot how to function as he still stared at me with his lips slightly parted in surprise. Eventually he regained his composure, standing from his chair. He looked at Izzy and Jared for a moment. "If I see you kiss her again before you properly start dating, I'll break your jaw. Whether I like you or not, that's my baby girl." Davis pointed at Jared menacingly before he marched his way to me.

The realization settled slowly, heavily. Davis was walking into that academy, so who exactly is he going there to look for?"