Possessive Guys Novels & Stories

To be frank, I preferred a possessive man to an easy-going one. “Then, you two suit each other,” Ruben said. “Damien is a possessive man as well. One possessive person for another possessive person. What can be a better match?”

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

His Possession. THE END.

He touched me, so why couldn’t I? But knowing that mom was staying with us here, it didn’t sound very nice of me. If Dad learned that we had some…ahem..intimate moments, I didn’t know what he would do. “What a possessive girl you are…” he drawled and in front of his towering height and beastly body, I suddenly felt very small. “What is wrong with a girl being possessive? Do men have a copyright to being possessive or something? Is that what your ‘Hundred and one ways to be a misogynistic jerk’ manual says?” I looked up at him and he chuckled. It sounded so hot!

Continue Julius POV As you know my brother, and I are vampires well our buddies here Trevor and Dustin are werewolves. Yes its weird we are best friends yet two different types of supernaturals. I'm the leader of my clan and Trevor is the leader of the werewolves known as an Alpha of his pack in Casper Wyoming. Roy is also a werewolf, but he's as evil as they also come a rogue meaning lone wolves. He's the leader of all the outcast rogues, vampires, they even have some witches and hunters on their side, and that is a very bad sign.

I just cocked my right eyebrow as I looked at him, I took my rather damp hanky from the edge of the sink and placed it inside my back pocket as I took a few steps back from Adrien. "Well, this might be unfortunate for you because I don't like possessive people. Most relationships with a possessive partner can lead to plenty, rather toxic and violent predicaments. And I don't want such a predicament in my life," I said to him honestly. I looked into his eyes and my head tilted a little as if that would prove my point. "And what do you mean I got no friends? Forgive my asocial self, mister "I got plenty of friends," I said mockingly. He just looked at me with a plain face and then a small chuc

He stopped and my breathing hitched with every single word he was saying. And he continued, " But you know what I'm a territorial man and of course I won't like someone seeing my girlfriend in something so revealing. " A possessive jerk. "I will wear whatever I want," i snapped back. He was more pissed. He had a smirk on his face and declared victoriously, "Of course you can but only in front of me."

he growls possessively as he begins thrusting into me. The next orgasm comes hard and fast again. He knows I love it when he’s possessive. It’s what Stellan never was, not until the end. But with Landon, he's not shy about being possessive. I know he wants me and I know he means it when he says he wants everyone in that courtroom to know I’m his.

Possessive. “You wore this for me?” he asks, voice low and rough. He steps closer, backing me against the wall before I can answer. One large hand grips my waist possessively while the other slides up to cup my breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “Parading around my club like a little fucktoy, showing off what belongs to me tonight?” The words send a rush of heat straight between my legs. This version of him is more dominating, more possessive. It should scare me. Instead, it makes me wetter.