Possessive Male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He took out a canister of scotch and poured a drink, then he sipped it, running his tongue over the rim seductively as he raked his eyes over me from head to toe. " You are definitely a trouble. You're stubborn, you're challenging, but above all, a beautiful trouble." He brushed his thumb over my lips and kissed the other side of my mouth. I was getting hot from his touch. Why was I reacting this way? I just met this guy and he already had my body reacting to him. " You are my woman rather you want to be or not. You see, Piccola Princesspessa. I am your betrothed. I came to America to get you and you will be my bride."

A feeling I have rarely experienced before. Possessiveness. A sense of fierce possessiveness gripped my chest as my eyes feasted on her moonlit figure. She had all the feminine features that could bring any man to his knees or to her feet. Along with the strange urge to protect her, I also felt helpless. I desperately wanted to save her, but what could I do to get her out of here? The answer was simple. Nothing. If I help her now then I would be risking both of our lives and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of a crossfire because I found her attractive. Hell, I find her more than attractive. She is…..indescribable.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

Colton kisses like he’s on a quest, like he is determined to come on-top. He kisses like a king, domineering and firm, with so much focus and intensity it makes me dizzy with need. I sighed into the kiss, feeling my knees weakened when his hand finds my open skin beneath the shirt, his finger slowly really up my under boob. I felt goosebumps rise in my skin, shivering internally when he cups a boob in his hand. Colton grips me even tighter, making me open my mouth even more, allowing his tongue slide into the walls of my mouth. A groan escaping his throat. Colton’s hands on me, it’s addicting, divine and leaves me dizzy with immense want.

Vincent bellowed, taking a massive stride forward, his towering frame completely eclipsing mine. "Then what is it?!" I demanded, pushing my chest against his, daring him to break. "Why do you care who I dress for? Why do you care who takes me home?! Tell me, Vincent! Why?!" Vincent grabbed my upper arms, his grip tight, his entire body trembling with a force he could no longer contain. He stared down at me, the walls of his precious self-control finally crumbling into dust, leaving nothing but the raw, bleeding truth. "Because I hated seeing another man touch you," he roared, his voice cracking with an agonizing, possessive admission. "I hated it, Olise."

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

I collapse back onto the bed, boneless and gasping, my body humming with spent energy. He lifts his head, his face glistening. He brings his wet fingers to his lips, his eyes holding mine as he slowly licks them clean. The act is so blatantly possessive, so carnal, it sends a fresh jolt through my oversensitive system. A slow, deeply satisfied smile curves his mouth. “One,” he says, his voice rough with promise.