Jealous/possessive Controlling Boyfriend Books Novels & Stories

I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Whatever retort he had was swallowed as he leaned in and claimed my lips with another kiss, this one rougher, more possessive than before. It sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the sensation, his hands tangling in my hair as if to remind me who was in control here.

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.”

My phone buzzed again, and I felt my breath catch as I read his reply. Jealous? No, little dove. I don’t get jealous. I get possessive. If you go looking for someone younger, I’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to. I’ll find you, wherever you are, and I’ll fuck you right there. I’ll bend you over the nearest table, pull those panties down, and remind you what a real man feels like. You think some college boy can make you come the way I do? You think he can fuck you until you’re shaking and begging? No. Only I get to do that. Only I get to make that tight little pussy clench and drip the way it does for me. Keep testing me and I’ll prove it. I’ll have you on your knees again, b

This is not up for discussion. "I don't accept you telling me that you want to be my boyfriend, no! I don't want a boyfriend, and certainly not a relationship based on a fit of jealousy, no. That's in my dictionary, it's not a relationship, it's control, obsession, machismo, and possession. I love it when a man is possessive, but only in bed, nothing more than that. We are both starting a relationship that we can still enjoy, but without commitment, especially when you have a lot of insecurities. I want him to desire me with passion, to love me from his heart, not because he's afraid that someone else might have sex with me.

Well, I can't say i will never hurt, i will try to be as good as i can. I am not a calm, loving boyfriend type. I am super possessive, and jealous. I don't like sharing what's mine. Forget sharing i don't even like when someone eyes my favourite things or person in a bad way. I'll pluck those eyes and play with them. I'm BAD.

“And the way you’re acting lately… It’s starting to make me wonder if you’re jealous.” I laughed once again. “I’ve been pushing that thought away, you know. Trying not to entertain it. Because I didn’t want to seem delusional, or stupid. But it’s hard to ignore the signs when they’re right in front of me. You say I’m just a slave. I am beneath you but then you turn around and act like I’m something you want to keep for yourself... So tell me… why would you try to control me like this if I’m really nothing to you?”

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

“They've always been possessive of you, friend, that's not new. Be careful with this, as they may end up preventing you from going out without them around. “They're not even crazy enough to do that. I might fuck another man just to get out of here. I'm not that helpless little girl anymore. If they want me as their wife, they'll have to learn to control their shitty jealousy. Jess laughs on the other side. “You've really changed, my friend, and I'm very happy about that. Before you always whined, now you are acting with conscience. I turn over in bed, lying on my stomach. “Yes, I have to at least. Otherwise, they might swallow me with their possessiveness. “I'm really glad about that, friend

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”