Lucas Possessive Novels & Stories

“Stay away from this and stay the heck away from him.” Zenith smiled…cold, satisfied. “Or what?” Alex stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Or this becomes a problem you don’t want.” Zenith held his gaze for a long moment, then laughed softly. “Careful, sweetheart. You don’t own him.” Alex said quietly. “You don't know anything. He is my Lucas…and mine alone. Stay the heck clear.” Across the kitchen, Lucas kept moving, hands unsteady, heart racing, knowing one thing with painful clarity. This wasn’t over and it wasn't going to be easy.

"You think you can just walk away from me, Alice? Do you really believe I'll let that happen?" Lucas's voice, though stern, carried an underlying tone of possessiveness. Alice took a deep breath, summoning her strength, and sat on the bed while covering her body with the blanket. "I'm not your possession, Lucas. I have a right to make my own choices," Alice asserted, her voice unwavering. Lucas, however, seemed unmoved by her words. He circled the room, a predator assessing its prey. "You're mine, Alice. By law or not, you're mine," Lucas declared, emphasizing each word. His intense gaze never left her, as if challenging her to defy him.

Lucas? *

He wore casual shorts and a plain polo shirt, a lazy outfit contrast to his heavy intentions. Morris looked up from his book, removing his glasses with a sigh. "What is it?" he asked. Lucas didn't waste time. "I want you to give me your shares in Lu's Company." Morris raised an eyebrow. "And why should I do that?" "I'm your son. You owe me," Lucas said arrogantly. Morris leaned back, studying him carefully. "You thought this through and decided this was wise?" Lucas nodded. "I deserve it. Jeff's acting like he owns the place."

But so far, no one had tamed him. "Okay, dude, imma go outside and smoke, are you coming?" asked Lucas as he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket. I shook my head. "Nah, I am good." * * * A U T U M N I knew I was being stupid. He was not mine, to begin with; I should not feel possessive towards him. He was free to do whatever he wanted to. Maybe some part of me wished there was something between us. Maybe I secretly hoped, now that I was not with either Joe or Ashton, that I could be with him.

he said, his voice low and even. But I wasn't having it, "I'm sure I understand perfectly," I said, holding his gaze. "You're an Alpha and you think you can just claim me as your own without my consent. Well, newsflash, Lucas, I'm not a possession. I'm a person, and I will not be treated like a piece of property. Isn't this a marriage of convenience for you? So why can't you just leave me alone?"

Luca tried to find the right word but nothing was forthcoming. She stared blankly at him with her arms folded and he eventually gave up speaking. Linda started walking again and voiced out," And right there is the feeling of possession within you, do you feel entitled to me?" 'Yes! ' He cursed internally and answered, "I'm just worried about you. That's just it" She flicked her fingers in the air, "Really? I--" "Can you stop doing the emotion-peeping thing for now?" Luca asked her and she shook her head with a baby face, "It helps me confirm sincerity and truth. Helps me tell the bad people from the good ones. Just like Manager Lucia, she is a good person"

Lucas said, his eyes fixed on me, his tone possessive. I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding heavily. Lucas's simple and short but emotional words had a definite effect on me. Lost in thought, I found myself smiling at him. “Will you wait for me? Will you wait for me to remember everything before anything else?” I asked. He nodded. “Of course, Love. I can give you time, but not your freedom anymore. You are mine from now on,” he said with a slightly possessive tone.

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

Luca bit down on his shoulder, leaving a dark mark, then another on his neck. “Gonna mark every inch of you,” Luca growled between thrusts. “So anyone who sees you knows this ass is owned. I’m gonna breed this sweet pot full until my cum’s running down your thighs. You’re not running anywhere, pretty boy. Not from me.” Alex pushed back to meet every thrust, defiant even while falling apart. “Then fuck me harder, you possessive bastard. Ruin me. I hate how much I need your fat cock wrecking my hole.”