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he asked John, who promptly did so, and immediately the car began to feel warmer. It really was a bad idea to put on a dress in this weather, so I hugged my fiancé tighter, despite the slight tension that had formed in the air seconds before. His possessiveness was unfamiliar to me, and I was also troubled by the fact of his jealousy bordering on celopathy. He began to relax next to me and I swallowed thickly because I didn't want to prove my mother right. I had gotten out of a possessive relationship and just when I thought I had gotten the perfect man, he turned out to be possessive jealous when he saw me with other men, which reminded me that there is no such thing as a perfect man.

Damon and Luciana didn’t rush the things and enjoyed their newly started life. As time kept on passing Damon’s love for Luciana also kept on increasing. Even after her trying her best but the possessiveness he has for her was still there. He becomes jealous easily and in this condition of his, Luciana has to face either his sulking face or his aggressiveness. Last time he even kissed her in public just because one guy smiled at her. But Damon being Damon became jealous right away and just to show that she’s his he kissed the hell out of her.

“Jealous now? You don’t own me just because my brother asked you to watch me. Maybe I like dancing close with guys who actually touch me instead of just staring.” Jax’s eyes flashed. He stepped even closer until I could feel the heat coming off his chest. “You want to be touched? Is that it, Raven? You walk around my apartment in tiny clothes, bend over so I see that wet pussy print on your panties, then go out looking for hands on your ass?”

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

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The mere thought of him engaging in romantic conversations with another woman ignited a surge of jealousy within her, driving her mind into a frenzy. "We do not look alike. While it's true that we've shared countless sexual partners in the past, this situation is different. She's not just another conquest, she's my mate. So, naturally, I'll have a sense of possessiveness about sharing her," Dexter's words were tinged with seriousness.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside. “He sure has a lot of girl fans,” I muttered to myself, lying back on my bed. Even though I trusted Ezekiel, the insecurity still lingered. I closed my eyes and tried to push the comments out of my mind, focusing instead on the memory of his arms around me yesterday. That felt a lot better. Ugh! So as I thought No matter how hard I tried to focus on the sweet memories, the silly jealousy still lingered like a stubborn shadow. I couldn’t shake it.

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

“I’m a jealous man, and I don’t think I could handle your work. I would support and cheer for you, but knowing men had magazines of you in lingerie on their nightstands or that hundreds of thousands of people were watching you strut down a runway on national television practically naked…” I knew I sounded like an ass, but it was better to be honest than to try to suck it up and end up draining her of her enjoyment of her career throughout a relationship. “I like a possessive man.” Giana purred, running her hand up my chest, letting her fingertips play with my beard before she let it slide back down to the waistband of my pants. “But, you’re right. It never would have worked.” "I've been told

There was a good chance that he was just feeding off me to recharge. I pulled away at that thought, bringing the drink to my lips to hide the way my smile dropped. My heart tightened in my chest, and I glanced behind him to the stairwell. He waited patiently for me to walk ahead of him before following after me. I was beginning to hate this walk and the attic. It was the same thing everyday, and I was not getting any closer to an answer. The book I was reading was not as old as the one that had been stolen, but it was frail enough that I felt guilty touching it. My laptop was next to it, waiting for me to begin the endless task of translating for the day.