Possessive Love Novels & Stories

I insisted, fighting the rising panic. “Of course, he does. He loves your strength. He loves your loyalty. He loves that you carry his heirs,” Damon said, emphasizing the word with cruel precision. “But love, for men like him, is possession. And what happens when the possession is compromised? When the key is damaged? When the asset has been in the hands of the enemy?”

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

However, his eyes showed possession as he began to tighten his grip on my neck and my thigh to keep me in place. “Just remember this, my love. Even if you change, my love will never change. I will love and possess you in every way possible, and not even fate can stop me. All these what-ifs and why not will not only be words. I’ll make it into reality and make sure you’re mine alone.” I felt like he was going to entirely choke me as he started to move forward and kissed me roughly on the mouth, his hand on my neck and his other hand holding my waist tight was possessive. I closed my eyes, and my body burned with his tight hold and movement.

We were bound by obsession, passion, and the unbreakable, intoxicating pull of our love. I am allowing his territorial possessiveness to own me as his Isla in this vast Ocean he calls his. And anyone who dared challenge it would burn.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

But. " You won't lose me. I'll stay by your side forever. That's a promise. I love you even though I don't remember how we started this relationship, but I could feel it deep in my heart. Don't think that someone will snatch me away from you because I only love you and no one else. I give you everything because that's how much I love you."

I have always been scared of loving someone because of how possessive I feel about them. Just as it ruined my father, it can also ruin me. If my father could end everything he has built all his life just because of the loss of my mother to go join her in the afterworld… feeling something other than obsession could make me give up everything willingly and could hurt the one I love. The way my mother lost her life to my father’s rivals. I do not want any of that for my peacock. I want him to keep looking beautiful and free, not stuck in this ruthless world of mine just because he was loved by the wrong person or because he loved the wrong person.

She picked up her phone, contemplated for a moment, and sent a message to Wendy. "Do you think the more a man loves a woman, the more possessive he gets?" Just like Liam now, who seemed to be showing jealousy even though she was just a substitute for Sophia. Wendy replied almost instantly, “Of course! Isn't that obvious? Possessiveness and love go hand in hand! He’s absolutely madly in love!”

I’m with her because she’s my fucking life. Now that I’ve spent the last two days giving her my cock, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She’s mine. She’s mine. I’ve made her say it a thousand times. And I know I’ll spend the rest of my life strangled by possessiveness for her, but right now, in this moment, that ugly emotion is at rest. There’s only the love and peace she blesses me with. The lust is there, too. Oh Christ, is it ever there.

And I was the reason for it. “I love you,” I whispered again. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.” Fuck. I am still a possessive asshole. But it is true. He is mine and I’ll do anything even grovel at his feet and give my life for him to love me again.