Possessive Guys Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

3 - Happy Birthday Emma I don’t like possessive men. Period. Nine out of the ten times, they think I’m their objects of desire and a toy to play with when bored. Like a kitten who would hiss at anyone who tries to steal his favourite toy. But… when Cillian said it. I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you’re mine for tonight, Doll. It wasn’t possessive. It was demanding. An order. A prayer, if you will. And it was just for one night. I was his, and he was mine.

The idea of ‘dating’ Lochlan, of being his official, acknowledged girlfriend, paraded in public, made my skin prickle with a familiar, claustrophobic dread. Because, let’s be brutally honest, beneath the polished manners and the monkish diet, he and Cary were cut from the same obscenely expensive cloth. Both were rich, devastatingly handsome, preternaturally successful men who were used to the world bending to their will. And yes, fine, that was apparently my type. Sue me. And with that territory came the inevitable personality flaw: an innate, unshakeable need for control. Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders.

Take this call for example, not for once did he talk about us or my studies but he was going on and on about how he hated Luca and wanted to kill him. Yes, I knew he had every right you hate the man for taking away his girl, but still it made no sense to me why he'd decide to keep basing every single conversation with said girl about the man who ruined her life. Even though I was sure that Kevin was no way like that— I mean I was certain I knew him very well—it was giving off the idea that he was just possessive, and feeling mad that another man was taking over his territory, which wasn't cute to me in anyway. Since I'd become a teenager who could understand boys and sexy and relationships,

“Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May. I'm hoping I bump into her one day, I'll make her mine.” I grabbed his collar and pressed him on the wall while staring at him with daggers in my eyes. “You will do no such thing. I swear to God if you try anything funny I won't hesitate to skin you alive.” A devilish smirk played at the corner of his lips. “She's not yours, why are you being so overprotective? Come on now, you sound pathetic.” I smiled at his remark. “You're such a funny boy, do you sometimes forget how I am over possessive? Did you ever wonder why Angelo started using crutches to wal

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.