Possessive Boyfriends Novels & Stories

He starts drawing small circles on my thigh and I lean closer to him. Even with Logans distracting touch I can’t help but let my eyes wander to Ryder. I don’t understand what has made him turn so possessive of me all of a sudden. I also don’t understand why he is so obsessed with my ‘boyfriends’ when he has a damn girlfriend. A girlfriend that I am sure is not happy with him at this point considering he apparently picks her up every morning.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "So? Doesn't mean I can't notice a hot guy in front of me." "That's my boyfriend you are talking about." The word 'boyfriend' felt weird in my mouth. I haven't had a boyfriend in well over a year and knowing Knox wasn't really one made it even weirder. "How did you two meet?" Annie leaned against the counter, staring at me while I but garlic butter on the bread. "He owns a hardware store in town. I went in to get something for my apartment and ran into him. We kind of just...clicked."

“It has nothing to do with your status, Gabriella. I just need to get married or be engaged at the very least. It’s all about his values. He’s old school, and for some reason, I guess he prefers to partner with family men. “So we just lie to everybody that we are engaged in hopes that he agrees to the partnership.” Gabriella was in disbelief. “Look, I know it’s a long shot, but it’s all I’ve got. Can’t you see I’m under a lot of pressure here? If there is even the slightest chance that this could work, then I’m taking it.” Gabriella’s brows pulled together slowly. “You're serious,” she said, her voice a whisper. “All of this… just to impress one man?”

Why is this head is so slow. "Yep, and yeah he is my boy friend." "Can you describe him?" She said, smiling at me from ear-to-ear. "He is kind."I answered. "Kind only? How about his looks." "Umm, he's handsome but childish. He loves popsicles and love to annoy me but he is kind. He is cute and he is robinhood." "Robinhood?" She asked. I chuckled, "Yeah, because he always appear in front of me with a hood."

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

"Yes, I do. Is that a problem?" "No. I mean, I didn't know you had a wi- that you were married." I stutter. "It shouldn't be of any concern to you, but yes, I am married." "Why didn't you tell me that when I asked?" Mr Cross scoffs, "you asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no. Because I don't think of my wife as a girl or a friend. If you had asked if I was married, or had a partner, I would have said yes."

“Me too.” Silence followed, until he pulled away from the hug and looked at me, straight into my eyes. “W-What is it? You're making me nervous. Do you want to take it back? It's okay if—” “I’m the possessive type of boyfriend.” I blinked. B-Boyfriend already? “So, I'm giving you a chance to—” “I accept it, Tirso. I accept you.”

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

Like I was trying to convince myself this was what I wanted. He kissed me back with bruising intensity. His hands were everywhere—my hair, my waist, gripping hard enough to mark. "Say you're mine," he demanded against my mouth. "I'm yours." "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aiden." He lifted me. Carried me to the bedroom. Laid me down like I was something precious. Then he claimed me with a possessiveness that bordered on violence. Each thrust felt like a brand. Each kiss felt like ownership. And I let him. Let him take everything I had left to give.