His Possessive Ways Novels & Stories

Was that one heightsy line the only damage? “This sexy body is yours, remember? Branded and everything, see. So, touch me, if it pleases you.” He tried for nonchalant, but his fists were clenched tight. I clasped his hands between mine, mbuttaging their backs, until his fingers relaxed. “That’s how a possessive penis works. Am I a possessive penis?” Jeremy giggled, although the way that he thrust his penis go to me like he was merely dancing again was all naughty cherub. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to possess this sweetness.”

“How escalated are we talking?” Joan glanced around as if what she was about to say was the secret of her life. The lounge was busy but not crowded; most people were wrapped in their own conversations or staring at their phones. She still lowered her voice anyway as she told Dana everything that really happened. Joan toyed with the stem of her glass. “He is very possessive. Like… really possessive… but not in a creepy way, just… certain. He looks at me like I already belong to him and he’s just waiting for me to catch up to the reality”

Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in. He had three bottles of beer in his hand. He handed one to Cale, one to me, and opened the third one for himself. Before I could take a sip of my beer, Cale spoke. “She’s not drinking that.” Joey raised his eyebrows, “Why?”, then he looked at me, “You don’t want it?” “No, she does not,” Cale said, using his Alpha voice. This was going to get ugly. “Okay, dude,” Joey said, and I could see that this was getting on his nerves now. Games aside, he didn’t like people who were arrogant. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, trying to calm him down.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

That night lots of things got lost from me, things that I didn't know I had, things that I don't want back, things I want to feel again. It's been a total of six months and five days since I exchanged vows and rings with Gianni and all my husband does is come home every day, showers, and then pushes himself inside me, and with two thrusts he's done, then he leaves me there and probably goes to his other lovers. The words of my mother float in my head- telling me that it is okay for a man to have other women even after he was married but a woman must stay completely devoted to him. This regime carries out every day and there is never a day where I don't feel utterly useless but still complete

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

He touched me, so why couldn’t I? But knowing that mom was staying with us here, it didn’t sound very nice of me. If Dad learned that we had some…ahem..intimate moments, I didn’t know what he would do. “What a possessive girl you are…” he drawled and in front of his towering height and beastly body, I suddenly felt very small. “What is wrong with a girl being possessive? Do men have a copyright to being possessive or something? Is that what your ‘Hundred and one ways to be a misogynistic jerk’ manual says?” I looked up at him and he chuckled. It sounded so hot!