Possess Me Novels & Stories

Hades’ gaze locks onto mine, and I sense a flicker of possessiveness in Hades' tone. "You want to rule over my pack and take my woman?" Hades growls. My heart skips a beat at the possessive claim. "My woman." I try not to react, but Denzel's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Ah, possessive, are we?" Denzel taunts. Hades' expression remains unyielding. "I don't make the rules," Denzel says, "but I can at least bend them." With calculated precision, Denzel takes a deliberate step back, his eyes locked on Hades.

“You want to come in?” Cale nodded and I cursed internally. Why? What was I being punished for? I sat down on the couch next to Joey, leaving the single seater open for Cale. Joey went into the kitchen to get Cale something to drink. “What are you doing here? I told you not to leave,” Cale hissed at me. “You don’t own me,” I replied, “And I’m visiting my best friend.” “Do you ever listen to anybody?” “Yes, people who don’t reject me,” I smiled a sugary sweet smile at him. His face got angrier than it was, something I didn’t even know was physically possible. Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in.

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.

And then he smirked and looked back up at me. "You'd be bruised from my grip. Your thighs would tremble for days. And that little ache between your thighs? I'll ruin it until it's raw from how many times you cum. I don't fuck to please, Eve. I fuck to possess." Oh, God. My heart broke into a marathon. "And when I possess you, you won't belong to yourself anymore. You'll breathe for me. You'll come for me. You'll live for me. And only me."

It was just my mind playing tricks on me, searching for her in every shadow and every sentence. ​"Where are you, Lei?" I whispered to the empty office. ​I sat down and opened my laptop, ready to start the cycle again. A new investigator. A new lead. A new hope. ​I was the Beckett heir. I was taught that if you want something, you take it. If you lose something, you buy it back. But as the sun set over the city, I realized the one thing I had truly lost was the only thing my billions couldn't find.

The possessiveness hit me hard, twisting in my gut like a knife. “Fuck me,” I muttered to myself, knowing I shouldn’t feel this way. But I did. And I couldn’t stop it. I looked down at Delilah, who still had her head resting on my chest, her soft bare breasts pressed against my side. Her skin was warm and smooth against mine. I ran my fingers slowly up and down her back, tracing her spine. This moment felt too good. I couldn’t believe how we had gotten here, but now that we had crossed the line, a deep, dark part of me knew I couldn’t go back. I wanted her—all of her. Every smile, every tear, every inch of this body. No other man was ever touching her again. She was mine now, and the possess

After she walked down this morning, it had taken everything in me to not demand that she go change, I ended up controlling myself from doing that cause then that would be me playing right into her game which I instantly saw through. She wants me to lose it. I wasn’t gonna give her the satisfaction of letting that play out. Aside from the fact that I didn’t wanna play right into her game, I was also holding myself back because my stance was still yet to change, once wouldn’t be enough. If I fuck her again, I’m certain I’ll never be able to let her go, everything else be dammed. But I’m sure she had no idea how much possessiveness I have buried deep within me revolving around her, or how badly

"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and eyes open. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there that..." It was my favorite piece from Incubus - Drive. And Tate seemed to like it too. She sat down by bending her legs in front of her, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her knees. She felt me ​​with every inch of her being and I had never felt more important than right now. She sensed me and wanted to smell anything I was willing to give.

The relief on her face was evident and I had to restrain myself from bursting into laughter. Of course, I'd had her guard lie about the time I left because the Merilyn I know would avoid me to no end if she knew I knew. I couldn't afford that, not until I'd made her mine. Ours! My beast chanted within me and for the first time, the claim didn't bother me, instead it awakened a possessiveness I didn't know I had inside me. “Oh, Your—My King, can I ask you something?” “Go on.”

Trapping you? I don't know what to think anymore. My voice cracked. A month ago, I had nothing. Now I have everything, but none of it's actually mine. It's all yours–the apartment, the clothes, even this dress I'm wearing. And I'm starting to wonder if that includes me too. "You're not a possession–" Then why does it feel like one? Tears burned behind my eyes. Why does it feel like I'm slowly disappearing into whatever version of me you need? Your assistant. Your date. Your project to fix.