Possessive Male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"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.

Roses when I'm gone Prologue Grey If you are looking for a flawless male character, this is not for you. I repeat this is not for you. If you are looking for that dashing, successful, Romantic, loving, handsome, and perfect man, I am not the one. I am far from being perfect. And if you're thinking I'm going to be somehow redeemed by some woman, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble. I am not redeemable.

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

On his way, Damon ordered one of the men to call one of Tobias' mistresses to his room. They were walking in the corridor. Damon was walking behind Elijah. His gaze fixated on the man's back. The man in front of him was of average height. He had dark black hair with black eyes. He was good looking but his looks had nothing to do with the alluring aura he had around him. Maybe Damon was the only one allured by him. Maybe because he was interested in guys that's why he found this man in front of him alluring.

In a battle of hearts and survival, only one thing is certain – once Colt sets his sights on forever, he never misses. ~ The next books contain a possessive antihero, explicit sexual content, violence, danger, a love triangle, and profanity. No ménage. No cheating. But if you're looking for a sweet romance or a traditionally loveable hero, this is not the book for you and I suggest you stop here. This is not a disclaimer – it is an accurate description of what you are getting.

a voice says. An older man steps into the room. He looks very much like Elric, and he watches me with cold satisfaction. "Now Damien will listen to us." I stop struggling and stare at him. "What are you talking about?" "Your boyfriend thinks he is untouchable. He thinks his money and his power can protect everyone he loves." The older man smiles. "But he cannot protect you and you are exactly what we need." I yank my arms but the man holding me does not loosen his grip.

His grip tightened possessively around my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to command. I don’t know if his growls and ramblings were supposed to intimidate me, but they failed completely. All they did was turn me on, making it impossible to resist. He had gone full, possessive Alpha male, and I was loving it. My desire was crawling on the surface; I was dripping for him. “I love it when you go all possessive, Alpha male,” I whispered, leaning in closer. Then, I breathed the word I knew would break him, “Mate.” His alluring scent was a dizzying distraction, awakening something deep and primal within me.

Louisa had taken Anateya to a large bedroom in the second floor's left corner. It matched the running theme of the parts of the house she’d seen so far, minimal and void of any personal touches to suggest this was a beloved home. The most stunning part of the room was the large king-sized bed in the center. It was wide and inviting, and the mental fatigue bore down on her to the point where she wanted to crawl under the thick blankets and forget the world. Romero. That was his name, right? The Mafia Lord who had ruined her with a kiss. She could hardly even call it that- what he did was pure and utter possession of every fiber of her being.