Possessive Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gripped her chin firmly, "—you'll learn to own who you are. To be the queen they fear." I stood up and circled her like a predator. "Look at me," I commanded. She obeyed. "I'm going to possess every inch of you,"I said darkly. "Not just your body, but your mind. Your heart. Your soul." Her eyes widened, part horror, part longing. "You'll hate me for it," I warned. "But you'll never be free without me." She shook her head. "No one owns me, Zayan." I smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of my lips. "That's where you're wrong, no one owns you behind our walls in front of the world but in our room in our place i owns you.."

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.

Samantha finds herself in a dark corner of a room, her feet and hands bound with a rope. The tears have dried on her face as if she had exhausted all her tears to shed. That monstrous man paid her off to the syndicate. Several women were in that same room, all subject to the same grim fate. They engaged in a conversation Samantha could not understand, but she preferred to remain alone in the corner, waiting for her destiny to unfold.

Something possessive and violent. Mine.