His Possessive Ways Novels & Stories

Why did he even touch my phone in the first place? “Oh, that.” He shrugs casually as he begins to bring out some knives from a cupboard. “One thing you should know is that I'm the possessive type and I hate it when a little girl keeps fawning over my husband. I hate it!” He deadpans and I scoff. Is he fucking claiming ownership of me?

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

She said sadly. - What? You're kidding, right? Look at me Camila, I'm about to explode and you're kicking me out? - Yea. I don't want to fuck you until you change. Your possessiveness is... making me very confused. How could he be so jealous, so possessive, and not say clearly how he felt? Maybe he just liked her like he liked all women. Maybe he was possessive and jealous of all the women he slept with. How could she know? She wouldn't stoop down and ask if he loved her. He would laugh at her for expecting something as useless as love.

“Because of my food?” “No no,because you are perfect like how he brags”,Jamie chuckles. *Jamie lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head at you with a smirk.* “Oh sweetheart, you've got him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realize it. He's always been possessive, but ever since you came into his life… it's a whole new level.He worships the ground you walk on. Even a blind person could see that.” “Oh wow”,i laugh at that.

Why I am behaving like. I am possessive toward her.

We made it into a spacious room, and I motioned to sit on the couch by the side. "What do you want?" he asked. Asked while sitting at the edge of his bed. I stared at him without blinking. Why is he... "Get up and come over here" he chuckled and said. "I don't talk much Jade. I'm not the kind of man that wastes time on speech. My number one rule is if you know what you want, then go get it if you can, and if you can't, then let it go. Now you are craving me, and I'm hard, so let's get it over with," he said. His smile already disappeared, and he currently looked like a devil, a sexy devil, to be precise.

there was a mad possession in his voice. "Now I will tell you whom the actual fuck you belongs to, Biwi!"he said still with closed eyes. His voice was dripping venom right now He quickly removed his finger and smashed his lips into hers. He sucked on her lips as if he had been craving them for ages. His kiss was possessive and aggressive, with a lot of unspoken words. His eyes were still closed claiming her as his. He pinched her waist, making her gasp, and taking the opportunity, he entered his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner.

Perhaps they were bound by blood, their way of thinking was on the same wavelength, so the other party could easily guess what he wanted to do. "Are you angry?" Remy lowered his head, twisting his fingers. Joseph lowered his gaze and watched Remy's actions, his lips slightly curved. "I'm not angry, I'm just glad you know how to use others to achieve your goal, that's good." Remy almost dropped his jaw. What? He stared at his father with an incredulous look. "The highest stage of achieving your goals is that you didn't participate at all, but you achieved what you wanted. Even if you didn't do it in a very smart way, and I found out, having these ideas means you're not too stupid."

It was the first time that he would be touching my skin that wasn't my hand. "Why are you showing so much skin?" He whispered into my ear. I wanted to moan. Oh Lord help me, I was literally holding myself back not to moan. His voice elicit some type of desire within me. And the possessiveness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Was he mad? "You don't like it? I can change it if you don't like it." I said quickly. Too quickly. His hand trailed every inches of my bare back,his breathes hitting my ear while I was dying not to moan and embarrass myself.

If he wanted to show her portals, let him. “You trust me?” she asked, eyes fixed on his. He leaned forward, oblivious. “Yes, I can tell when a person is mine.” There it was, the rhythm she’d been waiting for. He felt possession as a reward. Pride in ownership softened his cruelty. If he believed she was "his," he would yield things in service of that possession: documents, numbers, schedules. He'd show her the inner workings as if to brag. She would gather them, tuck them away, and feed them back to Jaxon when she could.