Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?

Sophia’s POV “Y-your bride?” I stammer. His eyes glint with something unreadable, like an almost predatory amusement. It’s all the answer I need. The man I’m to marry is Alexander Thorne? This lethally beautiful, seducing billionaire, who’s spent the past months haunting my quietest thoughts? An engine roars a short distance away. My eyes snap over his shoulder, catching the taillights of a black jeep reversing. Layla’s friend.

Sean’s voice thundered through the hospital. Everyone froze. Nurses looked up. Doctors paused mid-step. People gasped. It took only seconds for the whispers to start. “That’s Sean Rosemond…” “The Rosemond Group’s heir.” “France’s no. 1 business tycoon…” “I’ve never seen him like this…” Everyone had heard of Sean Rosemond. The man with the billion-dollar empire. The cold genius of France’s business world. A name that made rivals tremble. A legend known for never showing weakness.

My body was still humming, a deep, heavy ache settling between my legs where he had just stretched me open. Dominic stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense under a clean black t-shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he had just spent the last hour ruthlessly hammering into me, marking me as his. He looked completely detached again. Like the untouchable billionaire my father had trusted. He didn't turn around when I stepped off the bed. My bare feet made a soft padding sound against the polished hardwood floor.

It was embarrassing if that was the case. But what choice did she have when the reason that could change her grandmother's life was at stake right now? "Don't cry because I'm not buying you. I want you to marry me, Elyzabeth Alexa," he said, and she raised her eyes again. Marry you? She blinked several times and licked her lips while looking at him. She wasn't expecting to hear those words from him. Wasn't it better to hear than being called just a billionaire's obsession? But for him, was there a difference?

I couldn't see any more, so I went back home. To be truthful I wasn't hurt, I was sad to know the friend I trusted would betray me. In a way I was relieved that I didn't had to marry her. I didn't wanted to make her my girlfriend, I wanted just her to be my fuck buddy. But after my divorce, Lockwood Ent. took all the shares back from the company. It was obvious her father would do that. My company was falling apart. It was stable because of Lexi's father. But he threatened to withdraw his shares too if I used his daughter as my fuck buddy. So I couldn't do anything but ask her to be my girlfriend. Then because of mom I had to ask her to be my fiancé. It was never my decision. I never loved h

"All those years, I thought he forgot me. He thought I moved on. We were both wrong." Sadie's quiet for a moment. Then: "That's tragic and romantic and horrible all at once." "Yeah." "And the kiss?" My pace slows thinking about it. "At my door. After. He was shaking, Sadie. This powerful billionaire, shaking because he was scared I'd say no." "But you didn't say no." "I didn't say no." She grins. "Good kiss?" "Heart-stopping good." We run past a group of cyclists. Ducks on the pond. A guy playing guitar badly.

As I folded clothes into my suitcase, Portia hugged a cushion on my bed, resting her chin on it with a girlish sigh. ‘Wow, so it’s just the two of you then? That is seriously thrilling. You have to seize this opportunity, darling,’ she drawled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘Sun, sea, and a secluded resort with a gorgeous, single billionaire? This is the plot of every decent romance novel ever written. You’d be a fool not to at least try to get him into bed.’

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Don’t lie to me, it’s not like you haven’t lusted after him since you were a teen. And it’s not like you wouldn’t have succumbed to him if he had ever acted on those desires. You are no longer a child at the age of twenty-two. You don’t want to spend any more time with me. I understand that you are only with me because of our families, but we get along well, and I adore you, Lisa.” “Ross-,” she said, worry evident in her tone. She knew she had to tell him how she really felt sooner or later. Just then, a call came in on Ross’s phone, which he picked up and answered while heading into the bedroom to talk properly. It was probably about work. Ross Mackenzie was from a v

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.