In My Possession Novels & Stories

He claimed that today. I am his. My mind, heart, body, soul everything belongs to me. I am not ashamed to admit that he owns me. Alexander Russo owns me. ****************************************

“Of course, you're not a thing. You're my possession.” I glared at him. “I don't see any difference.” “But there is,” he convinced. “A thing is dead, a possession… not necessarily.” I couldn't miss the threat lacing those words. “As my possession, you will be trained to obey me and, in time, to love me.” I stared at him in dread and disbelief. “You're sick,” I muttered.

he bowed and went to do as asked. "I hope this is the last time I have the displeasure of seeing you." "Maybe, there are things to discuss, and of course, I want to see my cousin's grave." "Yes, you have that right, but only that right. Everything else will be subject to my will." Stefan tightened his smile, looking at the man he detested.

In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it. My eyes widened and I held on to his arm, wincing. "That's because I am. I own you. You belong to me. I'll always be the one you lust for and crave for. And if you try to act otherwise, I'll make sure I make you submit to me whether you like it or you don't"Raphael huskily replied, dragging my braids more. His words felt so sensual and yet so dangerous. I became weak in the knees and my breathing became rapid in pace.

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

I queried. I've always wanted to ask that question. She was younger than me. She should be in college and not working as a maid. "I was sold to Mr. Black. In other words Mr Black now owns me since my father doesn't want me anymore. It is good because he has never for one day made me feel like a sold baggage." Margaret retorted. What? "What do you mean by that? How did this get to happen?" Is Dylan involve with human trafficking? No. His businesses are legit.

She didn't plead. "I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"

“But you dare push back against me?” His voice didn’t rise. There was no explosion of emotion, and that made it far more dangerous. His fingers pressed slightly, holding me still. “Remember one thing, Angela,” he continued. “You’re mine.” His hazel eyes were dark now. “I don’t share,” he said. “And I never let anyone touch what belongs to me.” I forced myself to speak, even as his grip held my jaw. “I… didn’t know you were this possessive,” I whispered, my breath uneven under the pressure of his hand.

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

A dry laugh slipped from my lips and I rolled my eyes, then brushed the hair strands from my face. "Point of correction."I raised my hands to quote the words,"It used to be,but not anymore.It means that someone else owns what used to be your possession."I paused and smiled. "And that person is me!And there's no way I'm going to let it go!"The smile on my lips only broadened.