Romans & histoires Possessive Fanfic

***************************** DON POV I simply could not stop admiring my sexy girl, she’s so sexy, am obsessed with her, her bigger boobs drives me crazy, she definitely will never escape from me tonight! but seeing some of my billionaire friends flirting around her makes me jealous and too controlling, that possessive nature came to me. I stood up first to be the only one who will dance with her, and no other person because am gonna end up having sex with her in my bed this night and nothing can ever stop it.

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

I can now be one of those stalkers who ignored his secret crush by sneaking a peek at her. I almost flew off where she stood when I saw that she would fall to the floor. I hugged her from behind so she wouldn't be hurt. Even my arm hit the corner of the chair. I didn't feel it because the only thing I thought was if she’s hurt. I had so much fun that day and I can include it in the most memorable day of my life. It was like I won a business deal. Even if she doesn't agree, she will be my girlfriend after I kiss her. I already own her even if she likes it or not. She's just mine.

His lips brush over my ear as he whispers, “We almost lost each other.” The connection between us is too strong. I need him, gasp for him like oxygen, want him so bad I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have him. You do have him. You’re about to become his mate. And he will be yours. Is that where Nathan’s possessiveness springs from? The primal tie binding us? “How many more?” I whimper. I’ll take twenty more, a hundred more, a thousand lashes if that’s what it takes to own him completely.

“That's being over possessive and I don't think it's good.” Dominic smirked and held her hand. She felt the hairs on her skin rise as she felt that spark within her. He looked at her hand slowly wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him so they were inches apart. Selene's eyes widened. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't stop him either. She couldn't stop him. It was like her body wanted that touch before it came, and she lost control of her brain immediately. “As long as it's you, over possessiveness is good. It means you're the only one I want and think of. There's no two ways about that.” He winked and let her go before walking away with a smirk.

“Stop… or keep going… I don’t know… I can’t take it.” He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, leaving a primal mark of possession. His hot breath carries a crude hunger as he growls, his voice dripping with dominance. “You’re fucking mine, Lizzy,” he snarls, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “I won’t let you escape again. Even if I’m the worst fucking thing in your eyes, I’m a selfish bastard who won’t give you up. I’ll tie you to my bed if I have to. But mark my words, Lizzy, I won’t let you go. I won’t.”

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

But I'm afraid they don't believe me. Tonight, the owner gave us the whole night off from all our duties, which means we can finally party a little. We go to the club and the place is filled with people dancing with each other, drinking, smoking marijuana, making out... It makes my stomach churn when I think about that stuff. Everyone seems so happy except me. My parents will never believe that I'm really a vampire. The only ones who are truly happy around me are those Alphas who want to make me theirs. The ones who actually like me. But none of them want to marry me. The worst part of this isn't that. The most difficult part is that they don't want to have me as a mate. They still see me as

I wanted him to see that while he was busy hunting me, I had busy outgrowing him. ​"We’re here, Ma'am," the driver announced as we pulled through the gates of the Manor. ​I shook the thoughts away and straightened my shoulders. Zain would be waiting for me inside, his laughter the only melody that mattered. Timothy could have his magazines and his cold towers. For now, he was just a man in a photograph. But soon, very soon, he would be a man standing in front of me—and I would be the one holding all the cards.

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