Possessive Male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

he said, “and I belong to you, princess.” Fucking hell. Even though I didn’t fully understand what he meant, those words made something clench deep inside me, a slow tightening that sent a shiver skating down my spine. How could someone be this dangerously hot and infuriating at the same time? Was this what those romance books were talking about when they described their male leads? That strange mix of danger, and pull you couldn’t quite explain? I should be angry. Hell, if it were anyone else, I would be angry. Possessive wasn’t exactly a trait I admired. And yet, here I was, looking up at him through my lashes, not saying a single word.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

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His inner Lycan—an ancient, pure-blooded beast of myth and nightmare—was completely in control. He took one step into the room. He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding as he breathed in the unbearably sweet scent of my Heat. A deep, demonic, vibrating purr started in his chest. It was a sound of absolute, biological possession. "Mine," Cillian growled. The voice did not sound human. It sounded like rocks grinding together deep underground. I let out a choked, terrified sob.

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Even the sheer baritone of his voice, vibrating through his broad chest against her stomach, made her nipples stand stiff against the fabric of her shirt. He was a mountain of a man, his presence completely overtaking any room he walked into. Roe kept her eyes locked on the leather of his expensive loafers on the floor. She was splayed completely belly-flat across his broad, muscular lap, her skirt pushed up past her waist and her lace panties pulled down to her knees. As the skin of her ass began to throb and glow a deep crimson under his relentless hand, a dark, forbidden thought consumed her mind. What would it take to have her own stepfather spread her cheeks and fuck her right on his de

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

To be frank, I preferred a possessive man to an easy-going one. “Then, you two suit each other,” Ruben said. “Damien is a possessive man as well. One possessive person for another possessive person. What can be a better match?”