Possessive Guys Novels & Stories

“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.

I've seen other girls wear far worse revealing clothes than this. "Andre... I don't see anything wrong with this dress" "You don't see what's wrong with it but I do and other men will too" he paused and sigh. "If you go out dressed like this other men will be ogling over you.... and I don't want others staring at what's mine!". Hmmm......now I know his problem, he's possessive and doesn't know how to express himself....or rather his feelings. Why is he so possessive? Am I the first girl he's been in a relationship with?

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.

"Sexy doesn't, it's intriguing and alluring, it lights things up. My cheeks flamed as I thought his words through, they made sense but I just couldn't imagine myself being the typical 'sexy little temptress', I almost burnt up from just thinking about it. "And.....going to parties with horny guys will help me?". I asked quietly. He smirked. "You're not really going, you're just going to make it seem that way". He said to me, then to Sasha he added "God, does she really know nothing?" . Sasha shook her head before letting out a breath. "Have you unleashed the possessive side of your billionaire yet?". She asked me. Possessive side? He had merely just started talking to me like a person and sh

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.