Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

Damien wrapped his hands around me "I didn’t know you were so possessive " he says and I chuckle "Oh i am very possessive " i tell him "Let me tell you something " he says and i look up at him "What??" I ask him "You look very hot when you’re jealous " he says and i smile

“I don’t like my things being touched by others.” Her expression darkened. “Your things?” I held her gaze, refusing to back down. “Yes.” She shook her head, disgust flashing across her features. “You’re unbelievable. Just a few days ago, you reminded me this was just a contract. That our marriage meant nothing. And now, suddenly, you want to play the jealous husband?” I clenched my jaw. “That doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate disrespect.” She exhaled sharply. “Right. Because Luca holding my hands is somehow disrespectful to you.”

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“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

"I was always like this but I have to admit it had never gotten this intense. That's because then I didn't have anyone I wanted to own or protect." "Own?" The words tasted bitter against my tongue as I muttered them aloud. "You're doing all this because you want to own me?" It doesn't make sense and frankly, I was both hurt and offended. "No, I'm doing all this because you are mine and I protect what's mine. But I will not deny that I possess the feeling of owning you." He glanced at the invisible mark on my neck. "You have no idea how much it is killing me that the world doesn't know that."

“Why do something myself when I’ve got wolves who love me enough to do the dirty work? Plus, if I handled it myself, there’d be nothing left of them.” He whistles low, clearly impressed. “So violent.” “Don’t act like you’re any better,” I shoot back. “You’re just sneakier with your possessiveness.” “Babe, I don’t hide it. Never have.” I glance over at him, serious for half a beat. “Fine. I am jealous. And possessive. And I don’t want any bitchy she-wolf near what’s mine.” His eyes darken, and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. “Good.”

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.