He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

His other hand slid under my—his—shirt, palm splaying possessively across my stomach. “You’re never leaving me,” he whispered against my neck, “Even when I send you to that auction and when you think I’ve abandoned you. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.” His hand slid lower, between my legs, cupping me possessively. It wasn't sexual. Just claiming. Owning. “This is mine,” he said, his fingers pressing against my pussy hard enough to make me whimper. “Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine. Every breath you take is mine. Your life is mine.”

“You mean I have to wait that long?” I bit my lip, refusing to answer. He sighed, then pushed gently, easing me onto my back. “Let me see.” My eyes flew open wide. “No need!” He cocked a brow. “What do you mean, no need? I hurt you. I should check. Or would you rather someone else looks at what belongs to me?” “That doesn’t belong to you,” I shot back, too embarrassed to say the word. “It’s mine.” His lips curved into a slow grin. “True. But you’re mine. Which means every part of you is mine too.”

I am working so hard to keep myself together. “I am all yours, just yours, all of me, every bit of me body and soul” I say breathlessly. He smirks, lifting my ankle he starts to kiss his way down my leg, nipping my thigh slightly. I can feel my juices running down my ass. ‘That's right Princess, you are mine and I will kill any man that even looks at you’ Goddess his thoughts are so loud, I don’t know why but his possessiveness is driving me crazy.

I watch him for a moment, my eyes refusing to look anywhere other than this Greek God of a man before me. Then, I shake my head and grab his forefinger before pushing his hand down. “ My heart or body or mind or even soul is not up for giving away to someone now. I don’t think I even have any of those things to call mine. ” I say in a detached tone. I don’t mind these things anymore. Everyone knows this and I know it too. “ My mind? It doesn’t have anything good stored in it, just some horrible memories. ” I take in a deep breath and leave his hand.

I teased wih n comfortably. "Well I don't exactly have a say in the matter. My mom purchased this house as a birthday present for my brother and I a few years back so it's not exactly mine alone" he said with an exaggerated eye roll and smiled again. "Well it's really beautiful like this" I complimented with a nod "and speaking of brothers, I actually met yours three days ago at a function that Bo na and I were working on in Busan" He raised an eyebrow "You met min ho? Really?"

he hissed, "I hate how much you still smell like mine." The word mine was possessive, dark, and entirely unfair. It was the word of a man who had spent the last weeks treating me like a mistake he was trying to delete from his history. Yet here he was, marking me in the middle of a crowded hall, asserting a dominance he had no right to claim. "I’m not yours," I breathed, finally turning my head to look at him.

“I don’t like the idea of anyone… mom or not thinking you should be with someone else.” I tilted my head, teasing. “Even hypothetically? He didn’t smile Just looked at me, intense. “You’re mine,” he said simply. “I don’t share. Not even in someone else’s imagination.” The words sent heat rushing through me possessive, raw, and so very him. I squeezed his hand. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. And definitely not running off with random birthday boys.” Finally, the corner of his mouth lifted—just a fraction.

He suddenly,draw more closer to her as she shifted backwards. "You are mine ,"He said hitting his hand roughly on the wall and that make her flinched out. "I'm not yours , I'll never be yours."She said to him, she is getting more on his nerve . "You're Mine ,and no one ,I repeat no one dares come closer to you .not without a fight."He threaten. She try to say something,but she couldn't since he angryly,bend her over and the next thing we saw was blood gushing out of her neck ,she yelled out in pain as the blood was coming out slowly from her neck .

he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm, pulling her up so their faces were inches apart. His height towered over her. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, while the other traced the wet line of tears down her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said quietly, the words laced with danger. “My property.” Her breath caught. “I’m not property. I deserve to be loved—truly loved—by someone.” His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Then, a slow smirk. “We both know the truth.”

Alex is mine and there's no way anyone is going to take him away from me, not even himself. ✨ T H E E N D ✨