Novel & Cerita His Possessive Ways

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of possessiveness that he's treating you like a mere 'possession'. Those tw

I know he never bottoms for me, but his need for me to have him shows just how much he wants me to possess him. I didn't think twice when he turn and presented his ass for me to own. "Fuck, Ghazi...you don't know what you're asking me. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to shout my name and Oscar will hear that you're mine." I groaned. My words were harsh and possessive at the same time. My hand reached for the lube on the ledge of the shower, I didn't hesitate in inserting my fingers between his cheeks. His soft sexy moans made my cock hard as a rod. "I can't wait to fill you with my cum. You're going to be mine."

I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

He then spoke" look emliy I am soo soo soo sorry ,I really am .but I am very possessive about you understand that .I cant see you near any man." "I am really sorry ,but I promise as long as you don't get me jealous .I will keep my anger under control." I then spoke softly " you promise." ""Yes I do." "Ok I accept your apology." As soon as I said that ,he immediately hugged me tightly. Do comment guys Guys pleas comment 🥺🥺😘😘

"Is this some kind of game to you?" Kalmin’s lips curled into a sly, arrogant grin. "You’ve yet to learn what’s mine," he said, his voice thick with possessiveness. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, and it hit her in the chest harder than she cared to admit. “I’m not yours,” she hissed. He stepped forward. No rush. Just a deliberate closing of space. Her breath caught. He didn’t touch her—but it felt like he had. Every inch between them buzzed, taut with pressure. “You keep saying that,” he said, “but you’re still here.”

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

I’m a possessive man. “Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.” “Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”

he says, but his voice has changed. Less aggressive. More defensive. “I understand perfectly,” I cut in. “Men like you always think they own something they were never given.” His eyes darken. “You’re making a mistake.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “Good.” The word surprises him. It should. Because I don’t avoid mistakes. I make them work for me. “You walk away now,” I continue, tightening my grip slightly. “And you stay away from her.” “And if I don’t?” A small pause.

For what I was having to do and what I was going through. "Then you should not have married me, damn it!" I let out the fire that was burning me from so many days, "You should not have put yours and my life in so much confusion if you were not going to commit fully to it!" I stepped closer and slid my hand over his pants, to caress the massive bulge through his pants. His sexy breaths started to turn heavier with each stroke of my hand. If niceness was not going to work, I am going to use my powers to make him fuck me.