Possessive Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

'After signing this contract, I'll have to meet up with Jace. I don't know why he's trying to get me to fall in love but that's not possible, love is not real, even if it is I don't want to experience it,makes people weak and that's something I can't afford'. I sigh as I sign the document slowly, clearly knowing that no matter how slow I sign it, there's no escape from Jace 'I don't even know how I'm putting up with this idiot'. I groan, causing Mr. Yakimore to wince.

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

“Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May. I'm hoping I bump into her one day, I'll make her mine.” I grabbed his collar and pressed him on the wall while staring at him with daggers in my eyes. “You will do no such thing. I swear to God if you try anything funny I won't hesitate to skin you alive.” A devilish smirk played at the corner of his lips. “She's not yours, why are you being so overprotective? Come on now, you sound pathetic.” I smiled at his remark. “You're such a funny boy, do you sometimes forget how I am over possessive? Did you ever wonder why Angelo started using crutches to wal

MALEVOLENCE— THE QUALITY of causing or wanting to cause harm or evil. The man with dark hair, whiskey eyes, and a face sculpted so perfectly that it surpasses the beauty of Greek gods, stares at me, malevolence dripping from his gaze. "How's married life, fratello?" Alessio's deep, rich voice dripping with an Italian accent cuts the silence lingering in this room. (brother)

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

He held my hand and turned to stare helplessly at me, his eyes filled with regret and pain, “I didn’t want to be mad, I promise, I just want you to be with me. I like it when you make me your top priority, I want to be your only friend, I want you to care for me like I care about you. I want to be your closest confidant, confidant, your only true friend. You are the only friend I have, the only one I can talk to. I want to be the only one you can talk to, I want to be the only one you trust completely. I want to own you, body and soul,” he told me, sounding a bit too possessive. “Amara…

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

It is also the part Draco likes best. Draco throws his black backpack onto the ground. He takes out his unique blend of vampire explosives. He hooks everything up to the back door. “Baby, go ahead and get under something now in case this blows too fast, please. I do not want anything to happen to you,” Draco says, pointing for me to move out of his way. He always worries about me. I think he forgets that I have done this without him, but I will let him be protective if he wants to be for now. I do as he tells me to. I can actually set the explosive devices better than he can, but I let him be the man in this scenario. There is no way I would ever tell him that I am better at this than him.

I didn't stop to think; I seized him firmly by the neck. "Miley is mine!"| can't contain this urge. The mere thought of that potential reality infuriates me, and here he is, voicing the very torment haunting me. Draco: Do you hear yourself? You violated her, she detests you, she fears you! And most importantly, your presence only makes her sentiments doubly torturous. Have you lost reason? All you're accomplishing is causing her more pain. I know that, and it's palpable, because feel similarly anguished. I'm aware that if she were to accept me, even slightly, it would not be genuine, likely coerced by the children that