Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

“A little. You’re jealous. Over a lesbian, Renzo.” His mouth twisted, not in humor, but in a dark promise, low and lethal. “I wasn’t joking. No one touches what’s mine. Not even those who cannot give me competition.” My smile widened, fascinated instead of afraid. Aroused even. “Possessive. Dangerous. You’re exactly my type.” I told him with a wink. Don’t save me, I don’t wanna be saved.😝

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Dascani Oh my, my husband is jealous I couldn’t possibly be jealous love, your jealous of what does not belong to you and you my dear are mine, I am territorial and perhaps possessive Mmm okay Mr, Possessive you have my apologies for ogling other peoples husbands, ooo that smells good Liza thank you! I take one and feed it to Freddie and he takes a bite and nods approvingly while chewing, Liza smiles and leaves, I continue reading through, it just gets more and more amusing, so she’s currently siphoning his money away to her family and he’s fighting to keep his business afloat haha.

My mind, warped by jealousy and possessiveness, had twisted every sound, every word, every shred of evidence into a sordid tableau that existed only in my darkest imaginings. A hot flush crawled up my neck, but it wasn't embarrassment. No. It was a fresh wave of possessive anger, redirected and intensified. My initial, humiliating error didn’t matter. What mattered was that Tristan had allowed Dmitri’s suggestive comments, allowed himself to be the object of Dmitri’s overt flirtation, even if the actions themselves were innocuous. He should have shut Dmitri down. He should have known. I wouldn’t let it slide. I wouldn’t. I would claim my possession on Tristan. Tristan couldn’t look at anothe

My hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I fucked her like I was trying to erase every trace of Jake from her mind. The jealousy didn’t disappear completely, but it transformed into something even more intense, a fierce, possessive fire that only made me drive into her harder. Every deep thrust served as a powerful reminder: she was mine. Not Jake’s. Not anyone else’s. Mine. Her body, her moans, her tight, dripping pussy, all of it belonged to me in this stolen, forbidden moment.

"I'm just reminding you, you said they were stupid, but now you're being fooled by those stupid creatures. Why are you like that? Wake up... you're just curious about her, nothing more!" "It seems that I once said that I was never interested in you," Aaron replied in a cold voice, he looked at Tifanny with a sharp look. "Aren't you just jealous of her? A powerful being like you being defeated by an ordinary human, you're just jealous. And again ... I'm not curious about her, if I was just curious I would have stopped after fucking her for the second time." Aaron's low voice sounded very annoying in Tifanny's ears, the woman was already clenching her hands tightly, Aaron always managed to win

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

Miles inquired softly, walking in. “I don’t know,” I said, refusing to meet his eyes, considering it’s absurd now that I think about it. “Well…” Miles placed the file in hand at the edge of the table, making his way over, to the back of my chair. I immediately relaxed back, feeling his hands on my shoulder, going down to my chest, his warmth enveloping me. I feel him kiss the side of my exposed neck. “I think the word you’re looking for is possessive…not jealousy,” I mulled over that, turning my head to look at him. He’s quick to steal a kiss. “You get jealous of what you do not have,” he kissed the side of my face briefly. “You already have me,”

Louisa had taken Anateya to a large bedroom in the second floor's left corner. It matched the running theme of the parts of the house she’d seen so far, minimal and void of any personal touches to suggest this was a beloved home. The most stunning part of the room was the large king-sized bed in the center. It was wide and inviting, and the mental fatigue bore down on her to the point where she wanted to crawl under the thick blankets and forget the world. Romero. That was his name, right? The Mafia Lord who had ruined her with a kiss. She could hardly even call it that- what he did was pure and utter possession of every fiber of her being.