Male Possession Story Novels & Stories

“This is about survival. Yours and mine.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. He laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re not just some woman in my house, Elana. You’re my wife now. My possession. That title comes with protection… and consequences.” The word “possession” echoed in her ears like a slap. Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “You can’t force love, Luca.”

"Do I strike you as a man who'll indulge in sex slavery as a business?" It was a very simple question. Yes! She knows who he is, and the rumors surrounding him. He's Rico De Romano after all. But she didn’t want her head to roll on these sinful grounds. "No, you don't," she responded. It then dawned on her, he owns this club! She should have known. He smirked and stood straight, his eyes still holding hers. "This is what you choose to wear?" He raised a brow at her.

And I’m tired of pretending I’m not allowed to want things, too. “You selfish bitch,” Nuri hissed, her voice shaking with rage. “You waited until I was asleep because you knew I’d never approve.” ‘I didn’t need your approval,’ Tempest replied, unbothered. ‘I used my body. And I bonded with my mate. Rian is mine, Nuri. Kalmin is yours and you had him, what, three times? I told you it was making me crazy with all the pent-up sexual tension, and you ignored me.’

He internally tsked at his luck. Too bad you're taken sweetheart. He loathed Donavan for owning everything he very well deserved. first the position of Don and now the whore. The little woman was another possession he was not allowed to devour for the reason that it was already owned by his elder cousin, Donavan. The woman was plain, not attractive to the eyes who looked only for a good fuck. What he looked for however was the fire, he was sure that must have been something Donavan looked for too.

In fact, he also saw this news when he was looking at his phone just now. But it was only then that he realized why Joseph wouldn't allow him to arrest the assistant who was secretly taking pictures at the time. Even if the photos were taken, they would not have been published if Joseph did not want others to know. Now that they have been published, it means that Joseph did it deliberately. As for the reasons, Paul guesses that they must be linked to Mia. Paul nods and replies: - Mr. Cosey and Mr. Mace of the Triumph Company were discussing business when your son broke in. He said the condoms were accidentally lost by Mr. Cosey as he kept the items close at hand.

“But, Master, I’m a man. How could I possess a woman’s body?” Alex said, “According to the scene where you were still inside the bronze coffin earlier if the first person who uncovered your coffin was a woman, would you possess her?” Jayden immediately said, “I’ll possess her, of course. Who knows if I’d have to wait for another 1800 years for the next person to come?” “Isn’t that enough?” “But, Master, we can now completely find a man to be possessed. When there’s a man, yet he’s not used. It’s still out of sorts to use a man!”

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

Jeane got to the room in deep thoughts, One of the Macmiller triplets had just fucked her! She could feel her vagina gapping from the effect of the sex. She remembered his words vividly, how he said she was his muse and that he didn't want her hanging with her ‘lesbian friends’. Klein was being possessive over her already, jeane had read a lot of fictional books to know when a man is being possessive. She loved the feeling of being wanted, but she was also afraid that it could mean trouble.

“This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You’re fucking mine, Roxette DeLacour. Don’t you ever forget it again or I’ll belt your ass until you can’t sit for a week and fuck you raw every night until you remember.” With a deep, guttural roar he slammed into the root and came like a flood—thick, hot ropes of cum jetting deep inside me, filling me until I felt it leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets. He kept grinding, pushing every drop as far as it would go, marking me from the inside out like the possessive animal he was. I collapsed boneless onto the bed, sobbing quietly, ass blazing with heat, pussy pulsing and overflowing with his seed, completely wrecked and owned.