Lucas Possessive Form Novels & Stories

“If he lays another hand on you, I’ll do more than that.” --- Lila’s wolf purred at the possessiveness in his tone, but Lila pushed the feeling aside. “You don’t get to decide who I’m with,” she said firmly. “I’m your mate,” Lucas said, his voice filled with conviction. “That gives me every right.” She laughed bitterly. “You think being my mate gives you ownership? Newsflash, Lucas—it doesn’t.” He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. “I’m not trying to own you, Lila. I’m trying to protect you.”

Because of that, I feel humiliated and insulted once again by him, even though my body reacts differently. "Always remember this, Adeline; you are only mine. No one else owns you, especially this body of yours. Do you understand? You are mine! Always keep in mind that you are under the possession of Lucas Romanov and can't escape from me no matter what you do or how hard you try! You will stay by my side, whether you want it or not, forever. As long as you live, I own everything about you." Lucas boasted as he accelerated the movement of his hips on top of me and continued to force his manhood deep into my body. He proceeds to bury it as if my soft grunts and moans weren't enough.

he assured her. Lola instantly relaxed after hearing his words. "Is he alright? I thought I must have killed him with a single push" she muttered. Lucas's eyes became dark, as his beast came to the forefront of his mind. 'She is ours. How dare he touch her' his beast announced possessively. Lucas agreed with his beast, even though he is not understanding why he couldn't imagine anyone touching her. They are not in any kind of relationship, but he cannot ignore the possessiveness that is burning inside his heart like a wildfire.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

"Grandpaaa." Lucia said in a slightly high tone. "You can't do that. I don't want that and of course, Lucas does not want that either." Lucia said and turned to Lucas. Giving him a deathly stare, she dared him to say otherwise. Lucas on the other hand quickly composed himself.

The way he'd dismissed Thomas like some territorial beast, the possessive fury that had blazed in his golden eyes, the casual assumption that he had the right to control my interactions with others. "He had no right," I said, surprised by the vehemence in my own voice. "Whatever he thinks I am to him, whatever arrangement brought me here—I'm not property to be guarded from other people's company." "No," Lucas agreed quietly. "You're not. And he knows that, even if his behavior suggests otherwise." Lucas was quiet for a moment, studying my face with the kind of careful attention that suggested he was weighing his words before speaking. When he finally continued, his voice carried the particul

I said carefully, trying not to upset him. "Sometimes friends check on each other to make sure everyone is okay." "But you're my mama now," Lucas said, his voice small and uncertain as he shook his head, squeezing his hands in his clothes. "Not theirs." The possessiveness in his tone reminded me of yesterday's conversation at breakfast, when he'd gotten upset about me mentioning taking care of other children. There was something deeper there, some fear or insecurity that I was only beginning to understand.

Even in death, she could only belong to me. “Let go of her now!” I snarled, storming toward them. “Lucas,” Alpha Dickson responded, deliberately dropping my Alpha title. He turned to face my seething form. “What exactly do you mean by that?” My gaze fixated on their intertwined hands, joined together in apparent bliss. “She is mine,” I screeched, my voice breaking with desperate possession. “My property.” “Yours?” He scoffed, his eyes burning with a rage that matched the inferno building inside me. Each word dripped with contempt. “Really?”

she demanded. Lucas circled her slowly, savoring the dominance he held over her. "Oh, Ilonka, my dear," he taunted, relishing in the power he wielded. "Consider yourself a mere pawn in the game we're playing. Your capture serves as a message to Ethan, a reminder that his precious pack is not invincible."

{"Okay then, fine, Don. I’m sorry I went close to her. It won't happen again." Chase stared at Luciano for a while without blinking his eyes and flickered his gaze back to Sophia, who was still hiding behind Luciano. He looked back at Luciano and fisted his collar in one of his fists, making Sophia to gasp. "Never" He held him down with a dark, warming stare. "Non ti avvicinerai mai a ciò che è mio. Non lo sai, ma sono un uomo possessivo quando si tratta delle mie cose" He then let go off his collar and walked to Sophia. "Come" He roughly gripped her wrist and pulled her upstairs with him. {"Never will you ever go close to what's mine. You don't know, but I'm a possessive man when it comes t