Possess Me Novels & Stories

Her breath wavered at his hot lips touching her bare neck , her hands clutched the duvet tightly while closing her eyes. Oh no please stop it ! "You look sizzling in the party , everyone staring at you especially men. I just wanted to scratch their eyes out of their sockets. You are only mine to see and feel. Why did you left my side ?", He sounded possessive which was new to her. Very new to her ! But she was secretly enjoying his senseless words and felt butterflies for the first time in her life. He opened his lips and took her sweaty skin between his teeth. A deep moan left her lips , her head involuntary tilted back giving him access more to her neck.

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.

It was like he would eat me up any minute. He held me tightly. His hold was almost bruising but I loved it. Maybe I've lost my mind but I wasn't sane after our night in the office. "April," He grounded as my eyes met his dark pearls. "Who do I belong to?" He asked. "Me," The word left so naturally with a hint of sheer possessiveness I didn't know existed in me. "Good girl." He rasped. "I want everyone to know that I’m yours, I don’t want others’ eyes on me, I want only yours. I don't want anyone to think of me that way because only you have the right," He husked in my ear.

I had been missing her immensely before she even arrived and now that she was here, I was contemplating adjoining this particular meeting so I could have my way with her. She was dressed in a loose looking gown that barely crossed her mid tights. One of my hands had remained at the side of her thighs since she sat on my laps, because a ridiculous possessive feeling engulfed me at the thought of my unworthy men getting the chance to gaze upon her body right now. That possessive feeling wasn’t all that logical because my men had barely glanced at Mia after I motioned for them to continue the meeting, but I just couldn’t help myself from feeling possessive as fuck. She belonged to me and no one

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

“You are not my mate,” I muttered into my empty office. “But you are mine.” The urge to possess and dominate choked me. “No one else can have you.” I did not try to understand the feeling. All I knew was that it was there. Amethyst was mine and anyone that tried to take her from me would meet a cold end.

Every thrust sends shockwaves through my entire body, radiating outward from where we're joined. Oh my God, fuck, I can't help it. I can't bear it anymore. But God, I want more. I fucking want more of this, more of him, more of everything he's giving me. It feels like he's possessing me completely, like he's taking absolute control over my being, over my entire soul, claiming every inch of me for himself.

“I don’t.” “Well, you act like you do,” she snapped. “Even here. You just slide into someone else’s house and make it yours. You can’t even let me have this.”

Having her say she belongs to me every time I fuck her somehow matters to me. Her admission has a way of causing inexplicable possessiveness veering into madness takes hold of me, and I always want to feel that way when I’m fucking her, claiming her and owning every part of her. Including her moans and whimpers. “Please…please…I want to cum.” “Not until you say that your cunt is mine.” “Jordan…please let me cum just once, please…” “Just say the magic word and I’ll let you cum all you want.”

“If you want to fix it?” He couldn’t remember ever wanting something more. “Of course I want to fix it, just like I want my med school loans to be magically wiped out, and every sick kid in our hospital to be well, and my knee to stop hurting when I run more than ten miles, but I know all of that is impossible, too.” He sat back against the couch cushions, taking his beer with him. Avon put down his food and stood up. “So you’re just going to give up? You’re not even going to try to get her back?”