Possessive Bad Boy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Pulling back a bit, he stares at her. "You got this baby, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm right here and I'm not leaving your side." He states, staring right into those pools of brown. He breathed out."And you know what else you got?" He questions. He wanted to wait a while before asking her but he had already waited too long as it was. "What?" She questions softly. He takes her hand and guides it to his chest, where his heart lay, behind the muscle that protected it. "You have my heart, my soul, you have everything Rose. You're the most annoying woman-"

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"Unless you want more." I laughed. It came out sharp and broken. "I would rather burn." "We'll see." He walked around the island. Not fast. Not slow. The kind of movement that belonged to apex predators and men who had never been told no. I didn't back away. When he stopped, he was close enough that I could smell him—cedar, whiskey, and something darker underneath. Something that smelled like midnight and bad decisions. "Sit down, Elena." "I'm fine standing."

They lay together in bed, desire burning, emotions overflowing, wrapped in each other, lost in a world of heat, grief, and forbidden love. He reached for her neck and felt the warmth of her skin. Zara looked into his eyes and saw the fire aflame, their chemistry burning with hunger. He quenched his thirst with her tongue that tasted of raspberries. Zara sighed, hitched of breath. She felt once again, surrendered to the billionaire. He was innocent, his tear lined voice in her ears. “Don’t ever leave me again, you stupid girl,” he whispered softly, voice thick with longing. “Don’t ever leave me, Zara.”

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

His forehead presses against my chest, and I wrap my arm around him, holding him still as I glare at Nate. "Fuck off before I blow your brains out." Nate takes off in a sprint, his tail between his legs. I tuck my gun into my pocket, my attention focusing on the person still pressed against me. "You're acting possessive, straight boy," Jasper says, his voice muffled against my chest. I smile, my fingers instinctively reaching out to caress his hair softly. "Shut up, loser." You're mine.

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

He remains the one person I can’t seem to connect with, the one whose presence lingers in every shadow but who feels unreachable. Right now, I’m curled up on my bed, a well-loved book resting in my lap. My fingers trace under each line as I read, savoring the words of a story I’ve read countless times before. It’s the only physical link I have to my mother, aside from the small necklace she left me. The book’s title, *A Girl's Greatest Weakness,* always seemed like a strange choice, but it’s more than just a story; it’s a piece of my past. The tale follows Jerome, a peasant boy who defies a cruel king, only to be exiled and ultimately rescued by the king’s daughter, Annabel. Their love is bo

She breathed in, she couldn’t let go of him, he was the only person who matched all her requirements, she couldn’t let go of him. She would bury her hate for him, and be.. "Great." His voice rang out. "Getting married, you will become my possession, and I will own you." That was it, she couldn’t take it anymore, grasping her bag, she pushed the chair aside. "There is no possession without a master." She stumped away. Xander crouched his brows. Zane rubbed his eyes. Lucas stared at her departing figure.

I'm extremely sorry to have to post this message, but I really don't have a choice. The Bad Boy's Innocent Obssession will be uploaded in August. Unfortunately, I'm currently working on three of my Exclusives that haven't finished yet and will finish this month. I cannot get into the headspace of writing a bad boy while writing werewolf, billionaire and mafia side by side. I really wish I could, but it's giving me trouble with concentration.