Novel & Cerita Jealous Possessive Romance Books

“Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.” “He’s not ours,” I whispered back, but even as I said it I knew it wasn’t true. My body knew it wasn’t true. Every cell in me was screaming that Nathan belonged to me and another woman had no right to touch him. Or should I say Keal? Keal was in his body, that was the reason why I’m being like this right? Downstairs, Sienna’s hand was sliding up Nathan’s chest to his shoulder. She was standing so close to him now that their bodies were almost touching.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

It wouldn't benefit me to lie. Brandon has always been a sweet, protective, and caring brother, but sometimes he can be annoying. He is always protective and possessive. "To see that bastard again?" he cursed, causing me to roll my eyes at his comment. "He's not a bastard, Brandon. He has a name. Besides, it's going to be our anniversary tomorrow," I whined. He never liked Xavier at all. In fact, he despises him. He always complains about him and tells me that he doesn't love me, but only uses me.

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.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Over the last three years, she hadn’t said a word to anyone. I admit, seeing her with her best friend, that guy Joey really ticked me off. Their closeness made me jealous. I wanted to be the one who made Lisa laugh like that. I wanted to be the one who made her smile, I wanted to be the one she had inside jokes with. It almost ripped me apart when she said she hoped Joey would be her mate. It made sense. Somewhere, deep inside I felt bad that he wasn’t her mate. He wouldn’t treat her like me, that was for sure. I knew she was still at her parents house, and her dad had told me that he would give her a ride when he came in later to talk to the warriors in the pack. I could smell Kate, her roo

she reprimanded “Jealousy, yeah? Call it any fucking name you want!.." “And listen, she's not his wife. Sophia isn't his wife but a contracted wife. The romance, the make outs, everything they display when no one is there is annoying me. Romantic moves are only meant to be displayed when people are watching, not secretly!” I continued, feeling my anger increasing. It was as if all the jealousy I'd grown were increasing on their own and turning into hatred.. “Jessica, you're going insane!" Lena exclaimed.

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.”

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

She wanted me to take off my jacket, looks like she hate me, but hell yell, the jacket sure do looked inappropriate. "Number one, you can go in." She continued and walked away. Looked like I wasn't the only one that hate her, she seem to hate me too. Telling me to take off the jacket is the worst thing she could do to me right now. She must want me to fail the interview. Damn, I hate how she look down on me. 'Fuck' I just wanted to beat her up already.