Male Possession Story Novels & Stories

He asked with a chuckle. Marking of males is uncommon and hasn't happened till the date but it doesn't means that it's not possible. It is as much as possible as female marking but it hasn't happened ever. "I haven't. I want you to carry my mark too." She said in a possessive tone. "Don't you want to carry my mark?" She asked him and crossed her hands on her chest. He raised his brow at her possesiveness. Who knew that little Miss Thea would be possessive too.

This work solely belongs to me Any resemblance to the character, place and real person is a mere coincidence. Pliagrism is a crime, which I truly abolish Please do follow me on insta as agni_aastha where you can interact with me❤ Axel: I seated myself comfortably sipping a glass of wine observing the prey, and Sofia chatting together. With their expression I could easily tell that, that man, the whom I'm gonna kill today is extremely comfortable with Sofia.

Damien demanded, thrusting deep and grinding against my cervix. “I belong to you, sir,” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “I’m your property. Your cumdump. Your breeding slut. I exist only for your cock… and your pleasure.” He smiled, leaning down to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss that sealed my fate. “That’s right. You’re mine now. Completely. There’s no going back.” He picked up speed, chasing his final release. As he flooded my womb one last time, he whispered the future he had planned for me:

"You can change your name, you can change your country, but you cannot change the blood that flows through that boy's veins. He is the image of Timothy." ​The secret I had guarded for three years was out, shattered by a chance encounter in a quiet Swiss cafe. The "Relentless Titan" might not have found me, but the matriarch had—and I knew, looking at the fire in her eyes, that the silence was officially over.

The danger only served to sharpen his possessiveness into a razor’s edge. "I am the only master you will ever have," he panted, his mouth crashing onto hers with a desperate, territorial hunger. He didn't just take her; he reclaimed her. Every movement was a struggle of wills, a visceral collision where his sadistic need to own her met her terrifying need to be possessed.

“After all, it’s not bad to check on my future wife, right?” Those words gave me goosebumps, combined with the creepy gaze under a sweet one he was giving me. “Let me go,” I told him, my smile already disappearing as I frowned. “You shouldn’t hold someone’s body without their consent, don’t you think?” “Hah.” He scoffed, his grip tightening on my waist, pulling me further toward him. “You’re not letting me hold, yet someone else was already doing this, and you won’t even budge?”

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

Third Person POV She was suddenly flipped as Adonis pulled out, placing her on all fours while ramming in from behind once more; she moaned out from the pleasurable friction and got lost in herself once more. Adomis's thigh was making contact with her ass. Everything he pulled in resulted in a flesh-to-flesh contact sound in the room. In addition with the sex scent that was almost thigh in there, it could almost be called a lust house. The penthouse that they are in has always been a place they meet whenever Adonis wants to have a release. She knew he had met and fucked many girls even after they had started meeting, but what could she do? It's not like they are dating.

A man sitting to his right sighed and said, "If you didn’t talk, I would have assumed you were mute. You're not even worried that the reason you’re here has been completely destroyed because of this unnecessary commotion." The blonde-haired man ignored him and said, "It’s the fact that it has no fragrance, and when it falls, it ends up silent and tragic. Tell me, who do you think would do something like this?" The man to his right tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, before glancing at the red camellia in his friend’s hand. His black eyes glistened. "They whisper everywhere, they say she has a reputation." The blonde man then smiled. "Don’t believe it until I see

How will the story wrap up for each of them? Thank you for sticking with me through every twist and turn. T^T Your support means the world to me, and I can’t wait for you to see how it all ends! ^-^ But that’s not all! Once we close the chapter on The King’s Possession, I’ll be diving into my next exciting project, The Billionaire’s Prostitute Wife. I hope you’ll join me on this new journey and immerse yourself in a different world full of fresh and captivating (depressing) drama, tehehe. :>