Jealous/possessive Controlling Boyfriend Books Novels & Stories

"Oh, don't mention it. I don't need a crazy and jealous boyfriend. Will I be banned from going out tonight! E 'di goodbye!" One of the traits I hate the most is being too possessive. I don't want to be strangled and controlled by men just because we're in a relationship. I always tell my boys beforehand that I don't want the clingy and controlling type. I don't want the dramas of jealousy. That's why whenever I feel like they're starting to be like that, I immediately leave. Now I just realize that if that's what I want, I shouldn't keep a boyfriend.

I answer His jaw ticks but I can't seem to find the switch to shut my mouth "Why don't you just go back to your new toy huh? Leave me alone,this is Ronan's role so stop mixing up yourself for your brother." I spit with so much venom. "Step-brother." I huff, "Whatever you want Brandon. You don't have any right to act all possessive with me,you're not my boyfriend." "Your so called boyfriend didn't even notice your state back there,he didn't come after you and here you are saying it's his role, he's just a pathetic loser." "Stop! I don't care about your opinion Brandon,just go back to Bree." "So this is about Bree?"

I didn’t let him finish, I pushed him toward his desk and clutched his jacket and looked him in the eye. “You’re mine, do you hear me?” I said as jealousy reared its head. I didn’t like that someone else liked my mate. The possessiveness I was feeling was scary. I wanted to gouge out the eyes of every woman that peeks at him. Pulling him down by his jacket, I stood on my toes and placed my lips on his, trying to kiss him dominantly as he does to me. But he quickly took control and kissed me ferociously making my core clench with want.

And if he isn't the future alpha, I would have done it. He forges on, not minding my expression. "If he gets jealous, he would talk to you. You just have to make him jealous," he says. I am mad beyond belief by now but I manage to control it. "I don't want to make him jealous. Do you think I am that desperate? Besides, he himself said that he won't ever get jealous, because he doesn't even care about me." Jasper scoffs in disbelief and gives me a 'do you really believe that' look before he speaks. "That is what they all say, Jayla. And the ones who deny it the most are the most possessive."

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

"When I remind you who you belong to." "I don't belong to anyone." "Liar." His fingers found me through my panties, and his smile was dark, predatory, devastating. "Your cunt is dripping for me, tesoro. It was probably wet the entire time you sat across from that boring fucker." Heat flooded my face because he was right. I'd been soaked through dinner, hyperaware of him watching me from across the room, imagining what he'd do when we were alone. I grabbed his tie, yanked him down for a brutal kiss. "You're a controlling, jealous bastard."

With his hand around my throat and my wrists bound, I’m completely at his mercy right now again. “Look at who owns you, Little mouse, " he said and if it was in the past, I would have told him he is wrong but right now, I didn't have time for an argument. “Look at how your body submits to me as if it were made for me. You are mine and you will always be fucking mine.” Liam said and I want to admit that he is actually jealous of the male friends around me. What level of possessiveness is this? “ You’ll never belong to anyone else but me, little mouse.”

Well, if that was possible. "That's because you're only mine and I can't bear seeing and even imagining someone else having their hands all over your body." he seethed out, getting serious all of a sudden and his jaws tensed as if he was picturing something deep in his thoughts. I gasped and frowned at him. I sometimes wondered if he had split personality but then gradually, I understood that he was just being like every typical boyfriend but this one is just on another level and he was mine. My possessive and sweet boyfriend.

Since she wanted to be used, I'd use her brutally till she thought about no one else but me. "I fucked your fucking brains off last night Alicia! Wasn't that enough?! Answer me you slut! Why would you beg for his ugly ass!? Why did you let him touch you!? I'll fuckin put you in your damn place Alicia!" I growled huskily as my grip on her tightened before releasing my grip on her neck and shoving her down on the couch with a loud thud. I knew I was overreacting cause this was unlike me but I couldn't help it. I know I was acting like a possessive boyfriend and I hated it to my core but I couldn't help myself nor could I say it out that I was jealous

One of his hands slipped under my top, warm palm gliding over my waist, then higher. “I don’t like other men checking on you,” he murmured against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along my skin. “I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. You’re driving me crazy, Zara.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through me. I arched into him, pulling him closer. “Then don’t fight it,” I breathed. “I like when you get jealous. It makes me feel like I’m really yours.”