He's Mine Not Yours Novels & Stories

"I care that he had his hands all over what's mine and that too, in front of everyone as if he’s insulting me." What's mine. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded with meaning. A declaration. A claim. Something inside me rebelled against it, even as another part—a part I didn't want to acknowledge—thrilled at the possessiveness in his tone. "I'm not yours," I said, each word precise and deliberate. "I don't belong to anyone." A dangerous smile curved his lips, one that didn't reach his eyes. "We both know that's not true, cara mia. You became mine the moment you agreed to this arrangement—the moment you stepped inside my mansion."

But she couldn’t because he wasn’t hers anymore. He was mine, and I wasn’t letting go. Not for anything Not for anyone He was mine And I was finally brave enough to claim him

He paused leaning in dangerously closer to her and whispered huskily. “Because YOU ARE MINE.” He claimed his ownership in a possessive tone, making Kiara shudder in her seat. the warmth of his breath was touching the bare asking of her ear and neck, raising goosebumps on her skin. but before Kiara could lose herself in the sensation, he continued, “And thus everything that involves you is my mess, my business. Be it happiness, sorrow, pain, grief, or troubles. Everything having you in it, is mine as well. Am I clear?” His loud voice caught her attention and she opened her eyes, only to find him hovering over her face.

Torturous. "What else?" "How patient you were. How eager. How. How you made me feel. Like I was teaching you but also. Like you were discovering me. Claiming me." "I was. Am. You're mine. Say it." "I'm yours." "Again." "I'm yours. Completely. Only yours." He pushed two fingers inside. Curled. Found that spot. "And I'm yours. Only yours. No matter what any ethics board says. No matter what anyone thinks. You're mine and I'm yours."

"You have always been mine. Even when you were gone. Even when I could not find you. Even when I did not know if you were alive or dead. You were mine." "Yes," I gasped. "I am yours. I have always been yours. I will always be yours." "No one else gets to have you," he said. He thrust deeper. Harder. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear the sounds you make. You are mine. Only mine." "Only yours," I said. "I have only ever been yours. There has never been anyone else. There will never be anyone else."

“Let me guess... he’s cursed right?” I nod at her accuracy. The fact that she knows about the term means I’m the only one that did not read through something like that. I'm not even familiar with the term as I ought to be. “Unfortunately, he is,” I admit, “and Mark totally disapproves of him. Says he’s not worthy of me.” Cassie immediately frowns. “And since when did Mark start making personal decisions for you?” she asks. “He wasn’t deciding for me. No, it was more like an opinion that didn’t sit well with me.”

That gaze had been enough to make me fall. And now, even as I whisper “no,” his voice wraps tighter around me. “You think confession breaks my hold on you?” His laughter is cruel. “You can bare your sins before your father, your brother, your council, and still it changes nothing. You belong to me. Every thought of envy, every secret wish, every moment you burned with the desire to see Asher fall, those are mine. I live in them, in you.” I scream in the dream, but no sound leaves my mouth.

He's mine and no one can take what is mine. He was the reason I remained a maid so he'll notice me one day but that Cindy girl had to come into the picture and mess things up for me. I wasn't going to leave that happen. He's mine only, and I hate to share. I'm going to have him all to myself, no matter the cost.

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

“Adrian…” He kissed me hard, claiming my mouth like he owned it. His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he already was, pressing against my stomach. I moaned into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss just enough to speak against my lips. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Not his, not even your father’s. Mine.” I nodded, breathless. “Yours.”