His Possessive Ways Novels & Stories

And I would still be standing here when she finished. Until she found that way out, if she ever did, she belonged to me. The thought settled into me with the same easy certainty I applied to everything I had built in this city: not through permission, but through the simple, immovable fact of possession. I had learned a long time ago that the things worth keeping rarely arrived through someone else's consent. Consent was a courtesy. Possession was a fact. I had stopped confusing the two before I was old enough to grow into the title I now carried.

" Do you like it?" I mumbled down there, but I could still hear him clearly. " Yes! Don't stop". I repeated my previous words. After, he came back up and kissed my lips. He bites my lower lip and then touches my breast " Oh my god! I've always dreamt about having you all to myself ". He said in a shuddering voice. " Really?" " Now you have me" I said, quivering at his manly touch. He grabbed the condoms from his drawer and tried to put them on. I watched him open it and wear them on his dick.

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

Not just focus. Something closer to— Possession.

Chapter contains smut 😁😁 Ava's POV The kiss was slow and sensual, his hands squeezed my butt as he backed me up against the door. His other hand moved to the knob as he slowly locked the door, he knead my breast and his mouth went for my sweet spot making me gasp out. He put his hands under my butt and picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist, while kissing my neck, he walked towards the bed and let me down slowly, he was hovering over me.

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

"I'd like to warn you about something, Mr. Voss." He arched a brow. "Oh? And what's that, Miss Davis?" I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I'm not like other women. I like being in control." A dark smirk tugged at his lips. "And?" he prompted. "And I can be very possessive, Dangerously possessive." His eyes darkened further, the black swallowing the brown.

I try to show him with my actions and gestures that I’m all his. I don’t find his possessive attitude annoying, I have to admit I quite like it. For years I waited for this special person whom I can be possessed of and who would be equally infatuated with me. And now that I have it, I’m planning to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m proud of my mate, he’s fucking gorgeous. I’m happy to show him off and flaunt him on everyone’s face.