His Possessive Ways Novels & Stories

“No share.” I giggled, kissing him as he grunted again, squeezing my ass. I don’t mind a mild possessive attitude. It’s when a guy gets too possessive, like controlling, that I don’t like. No one gets to control what I do, when I do something, and never what I wear. It’s bad enough my mother thinks she can control those things. I am never letting a man get away with it.

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.

asked Chiara incredulously. “No,” I said calmly. “I would kill someone who wins your heart.” Chiara frowned. “Are you so macho that you would apply the phrase 'if she's not mine, she's nobody's'?” questioned Chiara, and I sighed. “Yes,” I admitted and looked at her earnestly, unashamed to show her my nastiness. “I'm possessive like that.” “Thank you for letting me know,” Chiara said sarcastically. “I'm not lying,” I said with a smile.

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

"If it weren't for your f*cking beauty, I wouldn't want to rip out every bastard's heart who looks your way." I drooped my head in confusion as to how to respond. He talks in such a possessive manner that I have no idea what to say. Therefore, he continues, "don't worsen their situation." "How so?” "Don't interact with them or smile at them; those should solely belong to me." "You are excessive and you belong to me."

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.

He whispered. Then, I remembered the reason I needed to talk to him. I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I need your help...please..." I whispered, barely audible. His expression changed. From gentle loving husband to fierce alpha. The difference between the two was subtle at first, but they both radiated strength, dominance, and protectiveness toward me. "Anything for you." I smiled at him but it soon fell when I remembered what I needed his help with. My hand quickly went to the necklace that hung around my neck. Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath.

I flashed Mikey a sly smile and picked up one of the bottles. Instead of drinking it myself, I walked over to him. Then, I straddled his lap with a playful expression and murmured, "There are two ways to drink." Mikey sat still, watching me with growing interest. "One way is seduction," I purred as I pulled open his collar and slowly poured the liquor down inside. The alcohol soaked his shirt, gradually releasing a strange, intoxicating fragrance.

Who did he think he was? He continued to flip through his documents, seemingly unperturbed by my unannounced arrival. Fueled by pride, I refused to speak until he acknowledged my presence. But there was an enigmatic quality about this self-centered man that eluded me. While I could usually read people effortlessly, he remained an enigma, concealing his emotions. Unable to bear his dismissiveness any longer, anger surged through me. "What have you done to my brother?" I demanded, my face contorted with rage. His villainy knew no bounds, resorting to kidnapping my own flesh and blood to coerce me into accepting his outrageous proposal.

she said to me with confidence in her voice that I am impressed that she knew that I am possessive about my things. "How can you be so sure," I asked her making her feel doubt in her own judgement "You can't even hear when I talk about another man then how will you bear another man's dick in my pussy" she said and gripped my dick in her hand I gripped her jaw who dared to talk about other men's dick "I will kill every man who dared to touch you because you are my possession, I don't love you but I would not let you be touched by any other man" I threatened her and she pecked on my lips