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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

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.

He paused for a second and then sighing heavily, like it was so hard for him to express his thoughts, said, "Dylan is an over-possessive person when it comes to his possessions." The word possessions hurt me. I was feeling a painful pressure in the area of my heart. "What does he possess?" I whispered almost inarticulately. He slowly admitted, looking around. "Yeah. He is very possessive. Upon getting married you, he will not want anybody around him, especially me, too much. That’s his nature." I took one step back, my brain in a whirl. “That’s not love, Dad. That’s like… “Lessie,” he interrupted, really quickly, holding up a hand. “Don’t overthink it. Dylan has his ways but he is a good man

Rush said in a high tone, going towards the glass of water that Hailey had put down on the sofa and bringing it to me, "drink some water. I think you are having some jealousy issues with Hailey but baby, she is just a kid. There is no need to get angry at her." My mouth dropped open in shock at his words. I was having Jealousy issues? I slapped his hand away that was extending the glass of water towards me as my face turned red in fury. The glass fell down on the ground with a loud crashing sound and broken glass flew everywhere. "What the hell are you doing?" Rush shouted. And then without missing a beat he came to my side, grabbed my arm and pulled me back, away from the glass that was sca

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."

“That's being over possessive and I don't think it's good.” Dominic smirked and held her hand. She felt the hairs on her skin rise as she felt that spark within her. He looked at her hand slowly wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him so they were inches apart. Selene's eyes widened. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't stop him either. She couldn't stop him. It was like her body wanted that touch before it came, and she lost control of her brain immediately. “As long as it's you, over possessiveness is good. It means you're the only one I want and think of. There's no two ways about that.” He winked and let her go before walking away with a smirk.

Monitor my boyfriend so I’ll be sure he doesn’t cheat on me with his contracted wife? That’s exactly how weird it sounds to me. Though I could try and explain that to him, but wouldn’t that paint me as a jealous person. I do not want to be perceived as jealous, it’s a toxic trait I don’t think I’d like to associate with. You can deem me possessive, or territorial. But never jealous. Don’t touch what’s mine, stay away from my boyfriend or whatever that belongs to me. That’s a better trait than fuming at the sight of someone close to what belongs to you.

“I am yours, Eliane. I was always yours. Anyone else in my life was a distraction while I was waiting for you.” I feel very, very possessive of my dragon. I watch him smile as he feels my possessiveness. “You think that’s funny?” I ask him. I feel a wave of possessiveness hundreds of times stronger than what I was feeling flow through me. “That’s my possessiveness of you, and only a bit of it. Until you have full access to your dragon, my emotions will be too intense for you to handle. So, while I love your possessiveness of me, it’s not at the same level that mine is for you.”

he snarled. Nina’s heartbeat completely froze. She just could not believe what she had been witnessing in front of her. He was not protective of her because protectiveness could never be this toxic and irrational. The thing she was thinking of as his concern for her, it was not his concern but his possessiveness. A deep, deadly, dark possessiveness of his for her very existence. He was behaving like he owned her and she despised that feeling. She had never wanted to be someone’s property. “I love you and I want you to be my lover but that doesn’t mean you can behave like you are my owner,” she spat at him. Now Nina had started feeling extremely angry and hurt by his behaviour.

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