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“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

“Quizza’s face became even redder, and her smile became even more beautiful. The two old men had chosen a few good days, but you could tell from Blake’s words that he had once been married. His ex-wife is still pestering him. She’ll have to deal with it before she gets married.” “So, he’s hiding emotions. But you can’t be careless about this kind of thing. Men always like to be new and never get tired of the old. If he and his ex-wife stay together, don’t even think about ending your life in the future.” Quizza laughed faintly; she did not seem to care much about it. What she needed to do now was to catch that man, Blake, as soon as possible. Once they had an engagement, she wouldn’t be a so

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck 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. So I just nod yes.

Marcel was sure he was over Clara, his mind wanted to believe it. Yet Clara kept on appearing on his mind that night as he was laying on his bed. The guilt he had tried to remove returned. On the other side of the bed, Giselle had been fast asleep, she laid beside him with other of her arms squeezing his left arm. Even when she was asleep, she was still as possessive toward him. What could he expect, he was her prized possession. But did he really wanted to be that to her? Marcel tried to close his eyes without imagining anything yet he failed miserably.

It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's. Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Gavin, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows. “Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”

I try to show him with my actions and gestures that I’m all his. I don’t find his possessive attitude annoying, I have to admit I quite like it. For years I waited for this special person whom I can be possessed of and who would be equally infatuated with me. And now that I have it, I’m planning to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m proud of my mate, he’s fucking gorgeous. I’m happy to show him off and flaunt him on everyone’s face.

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

Every major businessman in the city wanted to be associated with that name. “It’s not going to be easy to impress Mr Patrick. He’s very old school and selective.” He rubbed his palms together. “The good news is I have made a couple of phone calls, and with the intel I have gathered, I know that in the past, Mr Patrick has only agreed to partner with settled family men like himself. Since the day he took over as CEO from his father, every company he has partnered with has been led by a CEO who was married. That’s his bias. He favours married men.”

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.

JayPark received a call from Junie, his fiancée, but just now because he was having sex with rose, he turned off the call and locked the phone. Now Junie is in the water French side with anger and jealousy. “Aiss, what are his doing without picking call me up?”