Possessive Boyfriends Novels & Stories

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.

“Eros, why are you doing things without asking me? I am not a charity case, you know.” Eros sighed in frustration. “Cassie, I didn’t say you are a charity case; you are my woman, and I need to take care of you...” “Your... your woman?” “Of course, I am your boyfriend, and you are not allowed to look at any other man.” Eros grabbed her hand again. “Now, let’s go.” Cassandra scoffed. “We are definitely talking about this. I can’t entirely agree with any of this.” He was possessive as if she had no say in her own life. Now, he was claiming her as his girlfriend even though they had not talked about it.

"Jealousy? You're a good-looking man, and women can't help but gather around you. Don't you know you have a girlfriend? Why are you practicing chastity, then? You can easily get all the women you want!" As soon as I finished my sentence, my face blushed in embarrassment. How possessive was I to go all passive-aggressive on him? But I soon found out that there was nothing wrong with being possessive. It was normal for a girlfriend to want her boyfriend to herself. Expressing her desire to own her boyfriend from time to time could let her boyfriend know how much she desired him. It might even make him feel more secure about himself. Not saying anything, not throwing a tantrum out of jealousy,

He'd chased me for three months, waiting outside my dorm every morning with a breakfast burrito and a latte from the campus café. Back then, I thought he was the one. Then, little by little, things changed. He said I was too controlling. Paranoid. Going out with girls from his club was work. Lunch with female classmates was him looking out for younger friends. Liking girls' posts was basic etiquette. Looking at pretty women on the street was just instinct. "You can't expect my eyes to be on you all the time." He really said that. He always told me I was overthinking. Now I knew better.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

I answer His jaw ticks but I can't seem to find the switch to shut my mouth "Why don't you just go back to your new toy huh? Leave me alone,this is Ronan's role so stop mixing up yourself for your brother." I spit with so much venom. "Step-brother." I huff, "Whatever you want Brandon. You don't have any right to act all possessive with me,you're not my boyfriend." "Your so called boyfriend didn't even notice your state back there,he didn't come after you and here you are saying it's his role, he's just a pathetic loser." "Stop! I don't care about your opinion Brandon,just go back to Bree." "So this is about Bree?"

Kate scrolled down to the screenshots below the app description and swiped her thumb to the left. The screenshots featured the same soft artwork and oil pastel colors: a park, a beach, sample chat exchanges, the guy’s bedroom, his wardrobe and a chart of various emoticons. The screenshots announced: | Create your very own customizable boyfriend! Enabled with empathic AI, Your Dream Boyfriend will listen intuitively to you! Travel around the world with him! Purchase upgrades for your stylish boyfriend makeover!

"Yes. You don't want it?" He grinned, "I didn't think I'll get you so easily without even my asking." He stretched out a hand and pulled her to himself. "You're my girlfriend now," he murmured into her hair, "so you can't cheat on me ever again, you hear? You can't go kissing another man or letting another man touch you because you feel like getting down with someone. You are mine now and I'll tell you, I am very possessive and I get easily jealous."

"You'll need a lot of energy for the game." "I'm fine." He said. "No, you're beautiful. Now, sleep." I could sense the still chuckle that escaped his lips before he pressed them to my forehead. "I love you." "I love Francisco Lachowski." "Who's that?" He asked, his voice slightly possessive. "My boyfriend." I joked. "Stop being possessive for once!" "It's really hard to not be possessive when everyone wants you." "No one wants me except you." I sighed.

When I say I’m her boyfriend, I don’t even hesitate. It comes out instinctively like a claim, like a reminder. Like something I’m trying to hold onto before it slips away. It’s the only thing I’m sure of, the picture we've painted in front of everyone. Or at least…I was. But the way she stands there…silent, unmoving, not denying him, not correcting anything, not choosing me. It starts to shake that certainty, crack it and break it. And when he says he wants her… that she’s his now….something ugly twists deep in my chest in a possessive, angry and desperate way.