Possessive Guys Novels & Stories

“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

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of possessiveness that he's treating you like a mere 'possession'. Those tw

Pres linked. “After all, you hate omegas,” Gordon added in our group link. I glare daggers at them whose eyes are now feasting on my mate’s body like the fucking perverts they are. “Shut up. And don’t fucking think about it Pres. She’s mine,” I growled possessively. I don’t know where this possessiveness is coming from, but that’s exactly how I feel right now that all the boys in this fucking party are not ashamed to show they want her.

Primal. I wasn’t sure what that said about me — that I found his violence and dominance and possessiveness sexy and protective. But I didn’t care. Perhaps it was because he still regarded me as a person, as my own being. It wasn’t a possessiveness that owned, that commanded, but a possessiveness that cherished and consumed. It was a possession of equality — he was mine as much as I was his. And it was a mutual possession. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. And I’d never wanted that with anyone else.

"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."

I think I would submit to her aswell. "No, you're not stealing him from us," Chase mutters, pulling her off me. "I think I quite like the idea of pegging," I smirk and he groans. "I'll fuck you later, baby; then you don't need a rubber dick; stop seriously." He glares at me, and there it is. His possessive side is the side that of him that doesn't like to share. It's the side that I fell for, pulled me in, and kept me there.

he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room. Days unfold with his possessiveness taking center stage. One day at college, as I got engaged in a conversation with a fellow student about a project, Kirill appears beside me. His hand finds its way around my waist, a deliberate gesture that leaves no room for misinterpretation. "I hope I'm not interrupting," he says with a smirk, casting a possessive glance at the guy I was talking to. The poor soul, sensing the shift in dynamics, quickly concludes the conversation and retreats. His actions speak louder than words, a declaration to everyone around that I belong to him.

“I am an Omega.” Melissa has been an Omega all her life and that is a fate she has long come to accept, she did not expect a life mate. She did not even want to meet hers, life mates are a rare phenomenon now in the werewolf world. Only Alpha’s tend to find a life mate and nine out of ten times, she is of an equally high rank. Never an Omega. Alpha Mason stared at the mark on her neck, instantly his eyes widened and fell. His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions.

"I mean, is he always like this? Like bossy?" Nonna Luisa finally stopped what she was doing and turned to Calla, a faint smile on her face. "Bossy? No. Protective, sì," she replied with a shrug. That wasn’t the reply Calla was looking for, and in what world is Rico protective? That monster of a man was not protective—he was just… possessive. The kind who’d keep you locked up somewhere fancy and call it caring, who’d scare off anyone who came too close, but never bother to ask if you wanted him to in the first place.

Her heart was beating rapidly as a playful smile escaped his lips. "Of course, my love." He presses his lips onto her. Her lips was ever so sweet, he had never gotten tired of tasting them. Parting was the hardest part, Clara had to be the one doing so. "I love you, don't you ever forget that." He put both of his hands on her cheeks. Clara closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of his body. He removed his hand and touched her shoulder, wrapping his strong arms around her, gradually moving it around her back. Yet his grip remained firm and possessive. He wanted to mark her, to share to the world who she belonged to. Clara was his. Only his.