Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

He should have known there would be some times when she would come and hang around them, both for personal and business reason. Had he mentioned it to Clara in advance then perhaps she would not react the way she did. He could tell there was a brief signs of jealousy in her eyes and it was rightfully so considering the state of their relationship. Raphael knew no women liked it when another woman tried to hang around him and get too close, it's the nature of women. He too, was a possessive man, he would never want anyone to hang around Clara like that. He would hate it if someone was to come and get too comfy with her. That was why he should have never let Jovanna near him to begin with.

Yes," I say, My heart racing with anticipation. Roman's eyes flash with jealousy, Possessiveness burning in his gaze. "What if I did?" I add, Daring him to question me further. Roman's face darkens, Tension stretches between us. Roman's face turns red, furious and jealous, "How could you?" Roman demands. His voice raised, accusing, "You're mine," Roman growls. Possessiveness burning in his eyes, "I don't belong to anyone," I retort. My voice firm, standing up for myself. Roman's eyes burn with emotion, "Rose, please," Roman begs.

"My handsome Don is jealous." "I'm not jealous. Jealous is driven by what you couldn't have, possessive is protecting what you have. There's a difference. So, no, little actress. Jealous is not the word to describe what I feel. Because this handsomeness Don of yours is possessive of you." His hand caressing her cheek, his lips just an inch away. He was about to kiss her again, his phone rang. "Answer it." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

His lips brushed hers, a feather-light touch, then deepened, soft and sweet, a lingering kiss that spoke volumes of affection. My wolf rumbled, a low, possessive growl in my chest. A flicker of jealousy, sharp and undeniable, pierced through me. She was my Luna, and I had just claimed her. But even as that instinct rose, it was quickly tempered by the deeper, more profound truth: she was ours. This shared claim, this undeniable bond, superseded all individual possessiveness. My jealousy was a fleeting echo of a past I was leaving behind.

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I said quietly, though my voice was trembling. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied immediately. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear him. “I am jealous,” he admitted bluntly. “You are my mate. You belong to me and to Ronan. Seeing strangers watch you like that… hearing them talk about you…” His jaw clenched tightly “It makes me want to tear this entire pack house apart.” His possessive words made my tummy flutter, heat rising to my cheeks as I felt a familiar ache in-between my legs.

POV Xander-Someone's Jealous My thoughts are still racing as I hear all the comments around me and I ball my fists at my side in jealousy. Why was I so obsessed with Bella? Could I really be in love with her, as Nate says? Is this what it feels like? I didn’t know about that, but I knew that I could never leave her alone, would never leave her alone. She will always be my kitten and damned if I would just be able to stop those out-of-control feelings I felt. It was a hatred that turned into an obsession and it couldn’t be stopped.

There was something that caught my attention about Nate, I just didn't know what yet. -I tend to be very jealous and possessive. I like my wife to have eyes only for me as I would have eyes only for her. I can't even tolerate them looking at my girl, I die of rage and lose control. When I fall in love, Beth, I give myself completely. I don't divide, I don't compare. There is just me and her. -she confessed. I felt something when she told me all that. I unconsciously bit my lower lip. What she had said had been... hot and... exciting. What could be more exciting than a man who thinks like that? I half-opened my lips causing a small moan to escape me. My hands went limp causing the book to com

The relief washes over me and I lean in and press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, as though she's been mine forever. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I don't know what came over me just then. Normally I'm not a jealous man. I haven't even been with a woman in years. But you, Irina...you do something to me. You bring out a possessive side in me that I've never felt before with anyone. The thought of another man being with you...it drove me crazy." Irina smiles with her eyes, but her lips remain slightly open as if waiting for my kiss. She stares back at me, not answering immediately, and the moment hangs in the air like a blade ready to fall upon my neck.

My phone buzzed again, and I felt my breath catch as I read his reply. Jealous? No, little dove. I don’t get jealous. I get possessive. If you go looking for someone younger, I’ll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to. I’ll find you, wherever you are, and I’ll fuck you right there. I’ll bend you over the nearest table, pull those panties down, and remind you what a real man feels like. You think some college boy can make you come the way I do? You think he can fuck you until you’re shaking and begging? No. Only I get to do that. Only I get to make that tight little pussy clench and drip the way it does for me. Keep testing me and I’ll prove it. I’ll have you on your knees again, b