My Possessive Novels & Stories

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

As if the fabric might dissolve if I handled it too roughly. "Beautiful," I breathed, the word inadequate but the only one I had. "Elliot." My name, drawn out, half-plea and half-prayer. "Shh. Let me. Let me look at you. My wife. Mine." The possessiveness rose in my chest, unfamiliar and unexpected. I'd never thought of myself as a possessive person. Never felt the need to claim, to mark, to declare ownership in any way that mattered. But looking at her now, laid out in my bed in nothing but lace and skin and trust, the feeling settled into my bones with the weight of truth.

It was delivered not in a shout, but in a low, resonant, utterly certain whisper that carried the weight of absolute truth. “You’re mine. That’s who.” The words were not possessive in a romance, cliche way. They were possessive the way a king lays claim to land. The way a master sculptor lays claim to the clay. It was a declaration of creation, of fact, of sole ownership.

“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.”

, she said fiercely. I looked at her speechless not knowing what to say. "It's because of you, he rejected me", she said angrily. I tried not to laugh but managed to keep a serious face. " Don't you dare me", she said hotly. "Are you threatening me", I fired back at her. She looked somewhat intimated , the way I spoke to her. "See , I didn't steal anything from anyone, am just on my own", I said harshly to her.

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

“Of course, you are not a possession.” “If you know I am not a possession, then why do you keep claiming ownership over me? I am a human being. You can’t own me.” “Of course, you are a human being, and I can’t own you,” He says, standing up from his chair. “I just don’t like sharing your beautiful smile and your nice laughter with any other male out there,” Mr. Jason says, rubbing his hands on my cheeks that are starting to heat up because of his words. “You have to understand men like me are very possessive when we know every man out there wants what we have. I have to protect what I have so I won’t lose it,” He says, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer to him.

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

The saleswoman was so arrogant, as if she thought she was the boss of the store, being the boss's cousin. - What if I don't want to pay? refused Mia, giving her a cold look. - Oh, then I won't let you leave the store. For your information, my cousin knows Raphaël Jacquet. You know Raphaël Jacquet? He's my cousin's friend. He owns this mall. If you want to act like a rich woman, you've come to the wrong place. Talking to Mia, the shop assistant took a good look at her. She thought the dress Mia was wearing was cheap and that she was wearing a pair of disposable slippers used in the hotel. There were hickeys left by Joseph when he kissed Mia last night. The saleswoman giggled: