My Possessive Novels & Stories

I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

I moaned loudly as his fingers skillfully pleasured me, making me wetter with each movement. "Fuck," he moaned and turned me over. He slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me possessively and hungrily. I held onto his head and ground my body against his. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, then he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. As I held his gaze, I noticed he held so many emotions in his eyes, but the one that stood out was possession. "I own you," he said, and I gulped, not out of fear, but because of how my body reacted to his words. "You are mine," he added, and I gulped again. "I…" he wanted to say something, but then he stopped and sighed.

I was momentarily swept away, drifting into a world of my own. Suddenly, his words pierced through my thoughts like a sharp knife, bringing me crashing back to reality. "Mine. All mine," he declared, his possessiveness hanging heavily in the air. How dare he lay claim to me as if I were some object to be owned? I am nobody’s property! Who gave him the right to own me as his?

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

“I’m doing this because I won’t let anyone disrespect what’s mine." Isabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She didn’t want to read too much into his words, but there was a possessiveness there that she hadn’t noticed before. Something that went beyond business. She didn’t want to confront it now, though. Not with everything else hanging in the air. “Mine?” she echoed quietly, almost to herself. It wasn’t lost on her that the term felt far too final, far too possessive for what they were—or maybe it was exactly the right word.

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.

The notion of taking her woman card, the luscious juice between her thighs, her lusty breathing, her seductive cry, and the purity of that moment made everything about it ideal. Fucking more of her was what I desired. I desired something good, was that bad? Was it her being out of my reach that caused it? Either way Rena was perfect. I began to realize that I was becoming increasingly possessive of her and that I might even be obsessed with her. I had not felt this way in a very long time. She was unique, no doubt about it. Rena was exceptional in her own right and not just because she was royalty. Walking over to me she starts pulling my at my shorts. Gripping at her hand I immediately push

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.