He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

Like she was his and he needed to remind both of them exactly what that meant. His hand slid from her hair to her jaw, tilting her head to exactly the angle he wanted, deepening the kiss further. Annie made a sound like a moan and felt him smile against her lips. "Mine," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and possessive. "You're mine, Annie. No matter how many other people love you. No matter how many family reunions. At the end of the day, you're mine, and I'm yours, and nothing changes that."

"And I'm still annoyed you exist before nine AM. Nobody should be that functional before coffee. We stood there in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the city move below us. It was weird—this thing between us. Not friendship exactly, but not pure antagonism either. Something in between, something undefined and probably dangerous. "Thank you," I said finally. "For earlier. The whole white knight thing. It was... unexpected." "I protect what's mine." The possessive edge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine that I absolutely did not want to analyze. "Contract or not, you're my wife. No one gets to hurt you." "Except you?" The question slipped out before I could stop it. His jaw tigh

I blurted before I could control myself and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth in disbelief. “I don't mind showing you off. You're mine, after all.” He replied, his fingers drawing circles on my chest and I chuckled softly. “I'm not yours. Just because we—” “What do I need to do to make you mine?” He interrupted my words and I paused, thinking about it for a moment. “I'm trying to say that I'm not some kind of object to be owned,” I said and he went silent for a minute before humming in response. “You're not an object. You're my Japheth. Doesn't change the fact that you're mine.” He muttered and I tsked in amusement. “You're mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. All mine.”

"Are they?" I hum, almost in a trance. "If I had those, I would be so damn lucky to call them mine." His brow ever so slightly rose and the next thing he said made me gawk in surprise. "I'm yours. Everything that is mine is yours, sweet one."

Kind. I can't see him making derogatory commentary about my body in front of others or grabbing me inappropriately. Funny enough, it's because of his insane possessiveness. It seems "You're mine" really means "You're mine in public/ I don't like other men looking at you/ I will only subtly claim you in front of others because no one is allowed to actually see what I do to you." It also seems to mean "The minute we're alone, all bets are off." But then again, how well do I really know him? It should be obvious but it feels like I've known him far longer than I actually have. The thoughts that have been haranguing my brain suddenly come spinning back to my frontal lobe.

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

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His eyes are dark, and his voice is practically a growl as he stares down at me. “I want to be yours. I don’t want to run any longer.” “That means you belong to me.” He squeezes my throat a little tighter. “You are mine and mine alone. You don’t get to run away again. You don’t get to live life without me. Every fucking inch of you is my property.”

he commanded. Huh? Say what? “ I don’t understand..” “ Say that you’re mine. Mine to take. Mine to use as I deem fit. Mine alone. Forever.” I hesitated for a second. Would that be me making a mistake? He waited patiently,his eyes searching my face for the slightest hint of disagreement. A raw, possessive look, one full of hunger. Then I half-yelled.“ I’m yours!” His mouth curled into a smile. “ Now scream my name, Amore.”

“I call you my girl in my head because you belong to me. Not for once should you think or even speak anything to counter that. And the better you come in terms with this, the better for the both of us. You are mine. Not anyone else’s.” His hand travels from my face to cup the back of my neck. Then he lets out a muffled groan when his thumb come into contact with a spot at the side of my neck. “Mine.”