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But then again, I couldn't have said that to Stella. "Just curious." I whispered. I felt the couch dip slightly as she turned towards me. "Well, he is the CEO of the biggest company of New York. His dad's a rich guy. He himself is a rich guy. I mean, you go to his apartment and your mind blows off. He, on the first hand, is really rude. He thinks of himself as the biggest and most strongest man. And blah blah...he switches his girlfriends like about two times in a day and those girls would be the meanest you can ever see."

They plan and wait but when they fixate on something? Or Someone? It’s never casual for them! It’s not fleeting either, It’s consuming and more overwhelming, the other type are the possessive ones. Those ones don’t just watch they act on their impulses and they claim. They build this idea in their head of what you are to them, what you’re supposed to be and once that idea locks in, it doesn’t matter who you actually are anymore. You become theirs! In their mind. In their logic. In their world.

"I'm not a prisoner, boy. You shouldn't chain me. You should flaunt me and be proud that I'm your girlfriend." "I'm possessive, you know. You're mine, and I'm yours," he said seriously. "That's suffocating," I said and started eating my carbonara. "Being possessive is not suffocating. Is it wrong to hide you from other men because I don't want you to be with them?" "We're not even together, Caelum," I said while chewing the food. "You're saying that just because you're the only one I see with my eyes."

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.

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.

dad said sternly making me almost roll my eyes at him Tristan just snickered, we all know he's the one who goes about flirting and fucking whoever had a pair of boobs, he was the typical playboy. Yes I am handsome no doubt but I don't flirt around and I certainly don't sleep around, even all through my school years I didn't even date, which was kind of weird but I just didn't find any of the girls attractive enough. Yeah because your mind was on someone else. My subconscious told me making me roll my eyes internally at him.

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.

“Not drunk, Little Bird. But it is my goal to make you so addicted to me and my cock that you’ll end up craving my touch when I am not around. I plan to spend so much time buried inside you, you’ll ache down there when I am not inside you. The moment I step out of our villa, you will seek me out like an addict searching for their next fix. I’m going to fall asleep with my cock inside of you every night, that way you’ll become as obsessed with me as I am with you.” Any normal girl in my position would feel horrified by Aces’ declaration, but lucky for him, I’m not your normal kind of girl. I’ve come to realise that in the world we live in, having a man who is overly possessive of you is a goo