Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

he said simply. I pulled back, pouting. "And why not?" He smirked, his eyes darkening with something possessive. "Because if I had, you would’ve been surrounded by my employees every day. I didn’t want that. What’s mine stays mine." His voice was low, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "You’re such a jealous man, Anton." He smirked. "And you love it."

Things like this would be jointly owned, wouldn't it? If there was ever a day when she truly didn't want to live with him anymore, she would just give him back all those things then. But he said that he wanted to be with her forever. Perhaps, they'd be able to live together forever. Thoughts were running around her head, but a smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, darling. I'm a woman billionaire now." She leaned closer to her phone and kissed Damon on the screen. Damon didn't send her a kiss in return. But his eyes were arrogant. "And you're mine."

“I am yours,” she said softly. “I promise. No more gifts from anyone. I am sure you will make it worth my while.” Oliver’s entire body visibly relaxed at her complete surrender, the possessive tension melting into pure adoration. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he processed the weight of her promise. “Good girl,” he praised thickly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that.” His hands moved from her back to slide up alone her ribcage until they cupped both breasts firmly through the red laced bra. Thumbs circled her nipples slowly while his lips returned to assault hers hungrily. “You will never regret choosing me,”

Instead of the prostitute crack whore that I buried after an overdose, she had been a trust fund baby. To make matters worse, we still weren’t sure who was the murderer. The first one to go was Gabe, and I have to admit, there was no love lost there. I was working at his rundown bar when Mark waltzed into my life. He had this crazy story about how my mother had hooked up with billionaire Hollingsworth Sutton III, and gotten pregnant with me. Apparently my father hadn’t even known I had existed until he was on his deathbed. To make a long story short, it was a modern day Cinderella story. Poor girl finds out she’s worth millions, falls in love with the prince (aka Mark) and lives happily ever

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

"Come on, Maya. You can't just give me a little bit of juicy gossip? You didn’t learn anything new about him?" I shook my head. "No, Danielle. It was a private night between me and Alexander. I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you." Besides, she would only act jealous again and I didn’t want to deal with that at all. Danielle let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, be that way. But you know, Maya, you're nobody that thinks she's somebody just because she's dating a billionaire." I felt a twinge of hurt in her chest. "What do you mean by that?"

July’s POV: It’s one thing to marry a billionaire, it’s another to marry a billionaire that’s obsessed with you. I know I can’t really tell what Douglas thinks of me, but I can tell he’s so obsessed with me, or should I say obsessed with my body. I stylishly checked the time on my phone, and it’s currently 2:00am. Douglas’s lips is on my neck, kissing and biting; probably leaving a hickey on purpose. I moaned out loud as his hand found my nipple and began stroking it gently. He moved closer to me, and I felt his growing dick on my ass. Without hesitating, I began to move my ass up and down his dick, making it grow bigger till it became fully erect.

“That means you understood it correctly.” He walked toward the table between them and placed a second folder down. Thicker. Heavier. Dangerous, somehow. “This is not about qualification,” Adrian said. “It’s about necessity.” Lena didn’t touch the folder. “What exactly do you need from me?” The room went still. Outside, Berlin kept moving. Cars. Lights. People living normal lives. Inside that office, something irreversible was about to begin. Adrian looked at her directly now. “I need you,” he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

“I don’t need those. I’ve had all that since I was a teenager. My father’s a billionaire, remember? And now, I control more men than any other woman in the world—because I’m your wife.” A dark gleam flickered in his eyes, something predatory but also proud. “You never cease to amaze me, dove.” His voice dipped into something more dangerous, something laced with admiration. “Clever little thing. Sharp as a blade. My perfect match.” His words made me blush. ************ The car pulled up to La Rue Royale—the billionaire’s playground. Gold-accented glass doors gleamed under the city lights. Guards stood at attention, only admitting the elite. High-end stores stretched before us, displays drippi