Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

The girl getting fucked while he was the voyeur. Six moved down so that our chests were mashed together. One arm slipping underneath my back, fingers lacing around the base of my skull. He kissed me again, drawing my attention back to him, back to his cock. Not that it ever left. His teeth nipped at my neck, scraping their way up toward my jaw. “For the rest of your life, you’re mine.” What he said shouldn’t have sent fire through me, because he would be the one to end me, but the possessive edge in his voice was unmistakable.

I immediately approached and Aiden quickly loaded me. "Grandpa, only I am allowed to kiss and hug mommy!" Alburuto of the little boy who now seems like an octopus wrapped around me. He doesn't want anyone else kissing or hugging me. Even Papa and Grandpa are jealous of Aiden. I don't know where he got this possessive side of him. He's just a child! I'm afraid when he's older, he will be possessive and I hope, the girl will not get tired of this negative side of him. Being possessive will suffocate the relationship.

Her voice carried that same imperious edge, the tone of someone who expected the world to bow to her. The boy held his ground. He was dressed neatly, hair slicked back like his parents had fussed over every strand. His jaw jutted out stubbornly. “No one owns these. They belong to the range. So technically, they’re free for everyone.” Her brows rose. A dangerous spark lit in her eyes. “So what? I don’t share. These are mine. Go find your own.” The boy scowled, puffing up like a spoiled prince. “No. I paid for my turn here. That means I get them too!”

Aside from him being furious, he was also being a bit touchy. "Making them all jealous and to show that idiot who you belong to," something about his tone, something different from the normal tone he always used. This one was dark, possessive and murderous. "He would surely regret touching what's mine." Who do I belong to? Mine? What is wrong with this boy? What is wrong with my body? Why did it react with a shudder at the sound of him claiming me? What's up with him? What is wrong with me?

I answered, not trying to hide it. “Hmmm.. Then why did I find you playing around with these little boys when you have a man of your own to play with.” My heartbeat increased and my belly quivered with the heat that was wrapped up in those words. My man. The possessive little part of me rejoiced and did a little merry dance on hearing those words. “You are mine, my little devil. Your smiles are mine. And no one should get to see you and touch you, especially when your eyes are closed.” “I was just bored and…”

Zenith’s POV The eldest boy, Darian, stands tall, wiry, and impatient. His dark eyes are sharp, almost challenging, like he is daring the world to underestimate him. The second boy, Lysander, is quieter, though his energy hums beneath the surface. He is thoughtful, watchful, already analyzing everything around him. And the girl, Elysia, small but fierce, folds her arms, chin raised, ready to fight any attempt to control her.

I think I would submit to her aswell. "No, you're not stealing him from us," Chase mutters, pulling her off me. "I think I quite like the idea of pegging," I smirk and he groans. "I'll fuck you later, baby; then you don't need a rubber dick; stop seriously." He glares at me, and there it is. His possessive side is the side that of him that doesn't like to share. It's the side that I fell for, pulled me in, and kept me there.

The boy was just over twenty, his hair dyed ash brown. He just radiated youthful arrogance. Right now, he was sprawled over the couch, but when he saw Jane enter the room, he suddenly leaned forward, the necklace swaying in the air with him. The boy pointed at himself and gave Jane a smile, saying, “C’mon, clownie, smile one for me. Over here, yeah! If it’s a nice smile, I’ll make it worth it for you.” He threw a thick wad of cash at Jane’s feet, not holding back in the slightest.

He said, trying to appear confident. The girl looked at him skeptically but since she couldn't tell he was lying, slowly nodded her head. "So that me we won't get cooties if we only kiss each other?" She asked, her eyes brightening at the thought of being the only one able to kiss him. That way, no other girl would kiss him ever. She didn't like Julia, who always found a way to cling into her Mickey. The boy's eyes brightened as well as he thought of being the only one who would kiss her. Suddenly feeling possessive of her, he wanted to make sure that it would remain this way forever. So he held his pinky to her.

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."