He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

“Tell me you are mine and I will give you what you want.” “I am yours,” I said. I barely got the word out of my mouth before he slammed his dick into my pussy. “You are so tight, Emilia. So fucking perfect. Your pussy fits me like gloves and I…fuck. You are mine, Emilia. This pussy belongs to me. Only me.” He groaned. “Say it. Tell me. Tell me that this pussy is mine and only mine.” “I am yours, Ric. Only yours.” I managed to say.

“you’re mine now.” Heat rose to my cheeks, burning with anger and something I didn’t want to name. “I’m not some prize you can just—” “You’re not a prize,” he interrupted, his tone sharp enough to cut. “You are the guarantee your father couldn’t give me. And whether you like it or not, you’re in my house, wearing my name. That makes you mine.” I hated the calmness in his voice. I hated that he didn’t need to raise it to make the walls close in.

he move from his position and came face to face with me. "I'd be damn if I left you, I'm not stupid nor am I like your ex boyfriend, I'm a man and man doesn't let a good woman like you pass me by, you are my woman now, that child will be my responsibility as well, you will live under this roof, I will take care of you, you will be pampered, spoiled and happy I'll make damn sure of it," "How can you be so sure?" I asked him. Forever isn't always and persons can get tied of you. "It's simple baby," "Because your mine now,"

Understand that you are only mine-he bumped into some objects in the living room, he was very drunk- since you came to my company and sat down in front of me I knew you would be mine-he assured me with great certainty. -You have no idea what you are talking about, Nicholas, you are just drunk and when people are like that they talk nonsense, so please go back where you came from, don't you see what time it is? I don't want to get in trouble with my neighbors for these numbers like a teenager.

It’s public and safe. We crossed the street in silence and sat down with a full foot of space between us. He opened his mouth twice before any words came out. “Whose baby is it?” “It’s obviously not yours and it’s none of your goddamn business.” “Are you married?” The lie slipped from my mouth easily. “Yes.” Well that wasn’t a lie, I was married but not anymore. Something crossed his face. Pain, maybe, as if he had any right to feel pain.

I said with grit. I saw smirk forming on the side of his lip, his eyes were mockingly staring at me. "You know what Uno, just accept it. She's not yours..... she's ours. I wouldn't mind sharing her to you." my inner was flaming with fire as he speak his mind out. It's outrageous for him to claim what's mine.

"No matter what you think, I'm not yours, i will never be yours. His gaze narrowed, and the tension in the room felt heavy. For a second there, I thought he would hit me, but instead, he took another step forward, close enough that the heat rising from him radiated toward me. "You're mine," he said, his voice soft and yet not one bit relenting. "And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you understand that.

"I think this one will do." I nod in agreement. "I thought you'd taken my advice and left town." He gives me a hard stare. "You really thought I'd just pick up and leave you?" He steps closer and slips his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up until only he fills my vision and the universe shrinks to just the two of us. "I told you before that you're mine and I'm not about to let you go. You asked for time to think things over, and that's what I've been trying to give you. Time. A few days to get your head on straight. Maybe you haven't seen me, but I've been here all along keeping you safe. Protecting you."

Is she in love with him? "She is your mate?" He finally said. He was shocked. It was understandable. I'm sure that was not what he expected when he came tonight. I didn't even want to think why he was at her door by this time of the night. "Yes Nathan, she's mine so I suggest you take a step back." She looked at me angrily. "I don't feel anything for you, Your Majesty. Is it right for you to try and break us apart?" My mate asked. Her voice was as clear as day. It was calm. I wanted her to keep talking just so I could listen to the voice.

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.