My Possessive Novels & Stories

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

Leaning his head on mine he took long deep breaths. "I know I'm controlling. I know I'm possessive , self-centered, egoistic bastard but only for you. I don't care about the world . I can't take back your pain but please let me cure it , knowing I was the one who inflicted it. Or better you can get your revenge on me , do whatever you want to do with me but..... " He trailed opening his eyes piercing right though my soul. I wanted to peel my gaze off him but I couldn't. My whole body was freezed with his mere stare.

How wealthy was he that he could spend money like that so quickly? Even the two women behind the counter were left stunned by his statement. No one had ever made such a big purchase in that shop. They made Samantha sit back on the sofa to measure her feet. She didn’t even know how to wear high heels. Samantha thought he had said to her, but she didn’t know if she should be happy about that. "Oh, no! He's not my boyfriend," Samantha denied. Boss Lexus wasn't there; he went outside because he had a phone call.

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

And I would still be standing here when she finished. Until she found that way out, if she ever did, she belonged to me. The thought settled into me with the same easy certainty I applied to everything I had built in this city: not through permission, but through the simple, immovable fact of possession. I had learned a long time ago that the things worth keeping rarely arrived through someone else's consent. Consent was a courtesy. Possession was a fact. I had stopped confusing the two before I was old enough to grow into the title I now carried.

I wanted to pull away, to hide from both their stares, but his grip was iron, unrelenting, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “She belongs to me now,” Kael continued, each word deliberate and measured, meant to hammer the point home like nails into a coffin. “Not you. Not Vale. Not anyone but me.” The possessiveness in his voice made my skin crawl. Not *with* him, not *to* him—*belonged* to him, like a horse or a sword or any other piece of property to be owned and used as he saw fit. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavier, until I thought I might suffocate under the weight of both their stares—one laced with impotent fury, the other with cruel possession.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.