Possessive Ao3 Novels & Stories

The woman glanced down at her chipped nails with disgust. "Seraphina, this is Akuji, a dream walker." Demetri gestured with his hands as he made the introduction, but kept his eyes on the woman on my couch. Akuji. "Like a succubus?" I tried to ignore the way he watched her as he stood by the end of the couch where we had been fucking not even twelve hours ago. It was apparent that they had a history since she owed a debt, but what I wanted to know was how intimate that relationship was.

I snipe at him. Now the both of them growl eyes turning dark. "I don't want to hear those words again, you are ours, we explained this to you, how it works, that we're Alpha's that makes us even more possessive. You are not property No but you are mine to look at, kiss, touch." Aries says and walks away.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

When I sneaked into her room, Dylan caught me, and he locked me in the place where he had locked Athena for three years. "I was there hidden. He will beat and rape me repeatedly. A sob escaped her lips. " He is a monster. I wondered why he kept Athena there. Is it because he was obsessed with her? He wanted her badly, and every time Athena declined him, he will go to me. He will beat and rape me. I was locked in that place for three years until he had enough of me. He brought me out, drove my car to the secluded area then, locked me inside and set the car on fire then left me behind.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

Restrained by the way one of Kingston's arms snaked through the long flowing hair at the back. A kiss froze Pandora in her tracks. Kingston seized those lips roughly. Giving a deep lick and stopping Pandora from any action. Patenting Pandora's lips as a form of ownership. Then most importantly replacing Aquela's former lips with the lips before her. Pandora had to pay for what Aquela had done. Those sweet lips would not be able to argue. Not until Helios stopped the car in front of a towering building.

"Tell me who owns this power. Who owns you?" "You do!" she wailed, her voice breaking. "You own it all! I'm yours! I'm your servant! I'm your weapon!" "Yes," he roared, his pace increasing. "Be my weapon! Be my doll! Be whatever I want you to be!" The dirty talk acted like an accelerant. Sophie felt her consciousness beginning to slip, the boundaries between her body and Arthur's blurring. She wasn't just feeling her own pleasure; she felt his—the raw, jagged edge of his desire, the possessive hunger that wanted to consume her whole.

I said. “Well, she’s not here anymore and she’s already mated to someone else. That’s good news for the both of us.” Allie said. I see Kayden looking around for Allie. I wave at him. “Your mate is looking for you. I will rest now, let’s talk tomorrow.” “Okay. See you tomorrow.” She run to her mate and I laugh how she jumps into Kayden’s arms. She’s really a possessive and jealous one. Just like my mate.

"Does my possessiveness really bother you that much? Is hearing that you’re mine so bad?" Andriel’s questions came between kisses along Taylor’s neck, his touches unraveling Taylor’s focus. "No, it’s not," Taylor replied, a faint moan escaping as Andriel’s hand gripped his ass. "Then understand this and burn it into your mind: you’re mine, Taylor, only mine," Andriel said, his voice a possessive growl. A soft bite on Taylor’s shoulder followed, pulling a moan from his lips. The earlier argument had been rough, but hearing Andriel whisper his possessiveness in his ear sent a fresh wave of arousal through Taylor.

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.