Jealous/possessive Controlling Boyfriend Books Novels & Stories

he continued, “you will see what jealousy does to me.” “I did not try to make you jealous,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed the way my body reacted to his closeness. His fingers slid slowly down my arm, deliberate, possessive. “When I am jealous,” he said softly, “I do not lose control. I tighten it.” Every word sent a different kind of heat through me. Fear and something far more dangerous twisted together until I could not tell them apart. “I will show you,” he murmured near my ear, “what it means to belong to me.”

“I can get a boyfriend whenever I want, I just haven't found a nice boy yet.” I glance at him, and I can see his jaw tighten. “Really?” He asks, gritting his teeth. “Yes.” I answer sharply, but my new found courage disappears as soon as he rises to his feet and stands over me, his body covering my entire form. I stare up at him, shrinking back into my seat. “W-what are you doing?” The words are heavy on my lips as his dominating presence slowly overshadows my confidence. “If I happen to find out that you have a boyfriend, then I'm going to make sure you forget about him.” He says, a hint of jealousy and possession in the tone of his voice. I swallow, a cold knot tightening in my chest.

He whispered. Then, I remembered the reason I needed to talk to him. I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I need your help...please..." I whispered, barely audible. His expression changed. From gentle loving husband to fierce alpha. The difference between the two was subtle at first, but they both radiated strength, dominance, and protectiveness toward me. "Anything for you." I smiled at him but it soon fell when I remembered what I needed his help with. My hand quickly went to the necklace that hung around my neck. Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath.

But I can’t help it. I’m too possessive and jealous, and I'm starting to become paranoid as well. I fear I might wake up one morning and she is gone from me like she was never here. I just can’t stand the thought of another man touching her, looking at her, or talking to her. It makes me lose every bit of control I have, and I like to be in control. It’s the only way to lead without being biased. And then there is that intruder who came to our pack yesterday. He claims he is looking for someone—someone who was his mate. Someone whose name was Dakota

Chance Possessiveness tightened its grip on me over Lilly Walker. Until tonight, I fooled myself into thinking I had some control over it. I had none. Seeing men eye her all evening, I had to fight the urge not to smash in all their heads. Including Byron’s, and the man always had my back. It would be frowned upon, even with all my wealth to back me up. Though seeing that motherfucker Jonathan, my ex-best friend who fucked my ex-wife and got her pregnant, touch my woman caused pure rage.

“That fire? That want? That’s mine. Every part of you is mine, Evelara.” She whimpered softly, a sound that twisted my heart and inflamed my rage simultaneously. The want in her, the shiver of need, it fueled my possessiveness. I didn’t whisper sweetly, didn’t coax— I claimed, darkly, deliberately, in a way that left no room for doubt. I guided her to the bed with controlled force, never breaking contact. Every movement, every touch, screamed of jealousy, of desire, of ownership. I could feel her pulse hammering beneath my palm, her body yielding to the inevitability of me.

I didn't like other guys talking to her, looking at her, or touching her. I kept her on a short lease, too. I followed her to her dorm, watched her in class, made sure any new guy knew the drill. Bella was off-limits. She was off-limits to any guy but me and I relished the time I got to spend with her. I craved her like a drug. I’m a bit controlling when it comes to her.

He was just feeling something on which he had no control of, and was actively trying to shove it away. When we were together, he had been a passionate lover and a thoughtful Beta. Hence, I tapered off the kiss with my mate slowly before I moved a step back, leaving her breathless and smiling. "I get it,” Bella smiled as she cupped my cheek. She understood without my saying. "It's just that he seems too good and understanding and loving that it brings out the possessive side of us. We trust you but some feelings like love, jealousy and possessiveness, are not easy to control,” she explained.

"This is possession and obsession. You don't want me—you want to own me. You don't want anyone else to have what's yours." "Leila," he said, his voice low, dangerous. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me against him. "You're a woman now. You should know better than to believe in fairy tales. Love is possession. It's wanting someone so badly you can't breathe when they're not around. It's marking them, claiming them, making sure everyone knows they're yours. And you, Leila—you're mine. Always have been." I glared up at him, my free hand balled into a fist. "What about you?" I asked, my voice cold. "Are you mine? Or am I just another thing you get to control?"

"If that's her name." "You do?" "Yes. While..... It... Was in me, whatever it said or did or felt, so did I. Whenever it chose to come out, it was like I was trapped in a cage while something else was left to rule my body, but I still felt all it felt and when it saw her, it felt her jealousy." Her brows dipped. "Jealousy?" He nodded. "Yes. She's jealous that your boyfriend is well... Your boyfriend." Her confusion grew. "Huh?"