Possessive Bully Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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He should have known there would be some times when she would come and hang around them, both for personal and business reason. Had he mentioned it to Clara in advance then perhaps she would not react the way she did. He could tell there was a brief signs of jealousy in her eyes and it was rightfully so considering the state of their relationship. Raphael knew no women liked it when another woman tried to hang around him and get too close, it's the nature of women. He too, was a possessive man, he would never want anyone to hang around Clara like that. He would hate it if someone was to come and get too comfy with her. That was why he should have never let Jovanna near him to begin with.

You wear yours like a quiet flame. Desmond may have status. But I have strength. And I don’t need anyone to open doors for me—because I’ve learned how to build my own. Greg believes in me. But more importantly... I believe in me too. — H. Let's approach this continuation with care, maintaining the emotional depth and boundaries appropriate for your story’s tone. Here's the continued Chapter Ninety-Six of The Bully Who Fell First, focusing on a tense confrontation between Helena and Desmond in the library and a moment of temptation for Greg — both facing trials that test their strength and love.

“You’ve been denying me this pussy, Hailey, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.” I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.” Paxton’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to Dimitri all filled up with my come.”

“ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before licking her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ ***** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle of this story. For those who are sensitive of DARK ROMANCE, you can choose to stop reading this or continue. Thank you!

Her blood was boiling with rage. "Sebastian Luciano, his. Only him." She told him. Now, the answer piqued his curiosity even harder. "He let you?" He was surprised. "He used to, but not anymore. He has a little woman for himself. She stays with him 24/7." Katherine sighed and tugged her finger at the buttons of his shirt, "She isn't even that pretty. She has huge scars on her face and neck." She had no idea what kind of sparks she was creating after becoming a slave of her jealousy.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

Does he know that even the soft sound of his sobs turns me on? My pretty boy... Pretty hair, and pretty eyes, he's just mine, mine, and mine! My heart swells with a powerful wave of possessiveness even now as I stare at him. His is curled into a ball, his back facing me. His pale skin is red all over. My hand imprints and bite marks all over his body satisfy a twisted part of my black soul. His bare white ass is facing me; his cute butt hole is red and raw, and my cum drips out slowly, running down to his thigh.

I hissed in anger as my mind drifted to the times I’ve had to watch him kiss her, hold her, touch her, in front of me like he’s not touching what’s mine. I pulled my hand out of my pocket, feeling the soft elastic band I stole from her locker. Taking a deep whiff of it, I’m hit with her delicious scent, and my cock hardens instantly at the thought of her; finally being mine, and no longer having to pretend that I don’t want to fuck her, to claim her, to possess her. “Oh, Sloane, you smell so good.” ‘Thanks, baby.’

Keeping one thing in my mind. No matter how nice he showed himself but he's still a demon. A demon who wants nothing but to cage me. Cage me in the hell of his revenge... Will he be able to hold his possessive beast when a mare thought of her being with someone else burned his insides.