Possess Me Novels & Stories

"Not for dress, Haya. For you. Because if this dress burns, you will feel poor again. You will cry in mansion. I don't want my girl to cry. I want her to feel richest." He lifted her face. "Do you know what possessive bedslave means? People think I own you. Truth is, I am scared to lose you. My heart ran here without shoes. It didn't ask my brain." Haya cried more, put his burned palm on her own cheek, blew cold air again and again, like mother blows child's wound. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. "Yes. But your tears on my burn hurt more. Don't cry, my bedslave."

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

She instructed. My eyes widened in Realization. “You want me to kidnap her?.” “No, I can’t, it’s impossible. The mansion is heavily guarded.” I argued. “I’m sure you will find a way, unless you are no longer interested in achieving the main reason you came to work with me.” She pressed, tilting her head in suspicion. I couldn’t let her doubt me, not when I’m so close. “I will bring her.” I affirmed. “I need her here by nightfall.” She ordered and then walked out of the room.

I brought my eyes to his in a silent defiance. He gripped my jaw a little tighter. “Do you understand that?” “Yes. I understand it.” I snatched my hands from his grip and knocked his fingers from my jaw. “I belong to you, like a pretty little possession.” “You belong to me, but nothing like my possession. As much as I’d love to possess you and your naked body, you’re your own person and I respect that. Until you push me. Push me and you’ll find out just how fucking possessive I can be.”

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?

“You can have me whenever you want.” “In your sleep?”I reach my arm up, wrapping it around his neck to bring myself closer to him somehow. I nod, “You can drug me too. Use me for anything. Everything. I want whatever you want.” "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, woman." He starts to pound into me faster, “You’re mine, Nova. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine. No one will take you from me. I own you. You belong to me. I won’t stop until you’re pregnant. Until you are trapped with me. Until you have no choice. You’re. Fucking. Mine!” my pussy clenches around his cock with every word he utters. I don't know if it's possible to get even more turned on than I already am, but his possessive

After all, he wanted this anyway. The world seemed to fade away as their lips met in a possessive kiss, a silent proclamation of their love and desire. The kiss was both tender and fervent, a collision of passion and longing. With each brush of their lips, Aaron conveyed a possessiveness that mirrored the depth of his emotions, a desire to claim Ederic as his own. Ederic, in turn, surrendered to the fervor, feeling an undeniable connection to the elder. In that stolen moment, the world belonged to them alone, and their kiss was a testament to the profound bond they shared.

"you're going to be in my possession as long as I want it." Tbc... Hope you enjoy reading this and make sure to follow, vote and comment. XOXO

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs, hoping it would calm the beast inside me. *Mine. She’s mine.* The thought echoed in my mind, relentless, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it clung to me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface was now a full-blown fire, consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t deny it any longer. She was mine.

I observed the rise and fall of her chest, witnessing the aftermath of her intense desire. "I'll make you weak with pleasure," I playfully remarked. She chuckled, her eyes wandering down my body, fixating on my arousal. There was something familiar about her eyes as if I had seen them before at the bar. In my mind, I pictured the image of her eyes, filled with unbridled desire. I can't help but want you all to myself. It may sound selfish, but I can't deny that I feel possessive over you. I truly believe that I am the only one who can truly understand and fulfill your needs.