Novel & Cerita Jealous/possessive Controlling Boyfriend Books

And it was indeed amazing , Jacob had taken me while I was on my back , forced me to get on my fours , and there was one time when he woke me up while my back was to him and he had somehow slipped his cock inside me and started thrusting - it was safe to say that by three in the morning I was as limp as a noodle , so being the gentleman he wanted to be , Jacob picked me up , washed me clean and put me to bed - that should have been the end of our nightly adventures but at five in the morning , I had woken to feel him fucking me slow and hard . Our first night was already wild and frantic enough to make me pass out from pleasure - it was so out of control that I kind off missed what was happ

Dorian I blinked. This was the first time I’ve ever heard that level of seriousness in his tone. But even so, I couldn’t help but give my usual response to brush it aside. “Your point?” I sighed, unimpressed. He sighed too, in exasperation. “Stop with the jealous and possessive attitude. You wanna be a supportive husband, not a controlling one.” I grabbed the whiskey bottle to hide my agitation. “I’m not controlling.” “Excuse me?” He scoffed incredulously. “When did you become a goldfish? I thought that’s my role in the trio.”

"You are demanding and take charge of things and I love that about you." "Do you feel I'm controlling you and what you do." "No.Trust me if I tell you this I wouldn't have been here if that had been the case.I love things a certain way too but that doesn't mean I'm controlling.Why are you asking?" "Kate thinks I'm too controlling.That's why I overruled you when you asked not to go ahead with the Nick drama. And when I was alone and had time to think about it I asked myself if it could be true.That I'm trying to control things that are beyond my control.It's always been me for so long.I never had what I have with you right now. Going to bed next to someone and waking up with them. Share a roo

I said with the tincture of jealousy clearly visible in my voice. “Why’s that? By any chance, Mr. Damelo! Are you jealous?” she asked me. Yes! I am jealous. I am fucking jealous. I don’t want her to touch other men. She belongs to me and only me and only I have the right to be serviced with her sweet and adorable hospitality and others they can just die without her. “Yes! I am,” I said. She was quite shocked to see me being straight forward. “That was direct. I didn’t expect you to…,” her eyes fluttered while I pulled her down to the bed with me.

Just as I was about to grab my bag and the gift box I had prepared for my boyfriend Xavier, my phone started ringing. I greeted Brandon with excitement as soon as I picked up his call. Brandon is my older brother, well, I consider him my brother since I am already a part of the family, right? Our family consists of our parents, Brandon, Janet who is right after him, Jessica who used to be my best friend but is now like a sister, and lastly, me. "Where are you?" he asked angrily. "In Manhattan," I truthfully replied. The fact that he sounded that way meant that he already knew where I was. It wouldn't benefit me to lie.

“I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else, Grace. Only I can touch you until you’re officially not my wife anymore.” “Your possessiveness is suffocating, Steve. Let’s just get through these last days and move on with our lives.” She insists, constantly trying to break free from my hold. I take a deep breath to compose myself before moving away from her. Then we head towards the car, my mind racing with possessive thoughts. The drive back home is filled with silence. I just can’t shake off the image of her talking to that man, possessiveness and jealousy are driving me insane.

“He’s my… boyfriend. That’s what boyfriends do. They… they support you.” “Boyfriend?” Nathan scoffed, the sound grating against my nerves. “Don’t be naive, Agatha. Campbell doesn’t do ‘boyfriends.’ He does… control. Domination. And you, my dear ex-wife, are just his latest… project.” “Stop it, Nathan!” I snapped, my patience wearing thin, the fear, the confusion, the doubts, all bubbling over, threatening to overwhelm me. “I don’t want to hear this. Not from you. Not anymore.”

He’d spent the last few days dealing with serious sexual frustration that he couldn’t seem to rid of. He couldn’t comprehend the infatuation he had developed over the little firecracker, feeling strangely possessive over what wasn’t really his and unable to stop himself from touching her. The thought of other men appreciating her body in those tight clothes sent his jealousy into overdrive, making him want to rip the heads off his own men. He didn’t understand what the little she-devil had done to him, but he hated every minute of it. Layke was a man of control, he appreciated order and obedience, Belle was not a single one of those things and every second with her, his control was threateni

“Deal? You guys never kept your end! And it’s none of your business what I do. I can be with whoever I want. You’re not my boyfriend, Reed. None of you are. So why are you getting so agitated over this? Jealous much?” I laughed, low and feisty, but it came out angry. “Jealous? Baby, I’m pissed. You belong to us. You don’t get to think about other men, especially not Zane. He’s not touching what’s ours. That pretty little pussy, those soft tits, that mouth that moans so sweet when we’re inside you — all of it belongs to your stepbrothers. Got it?”

His cock inside her pussy while she moans his name, while she gives him everything she won't give anyone else. The jealousy is so intense it's almost physically painful. It sits in his chest like a weight, pressing down, making it hard to breathe. He knows what the controlling one is like, knows his reputation, demanding and possessive. The kind of man who takes what he wants and doesn't apologize for it and Isabel responds to that. He's seen it in the way she looks at him during their meetings because he is always around and always close. The way her breath catches when he gets too close.