Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice softer now, almost pleading. His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "Because you're mine to torment, kitten." Mine. The word echoed in my head, sending a pulse of heat through my core. There was a possessiveness in his tone that should have repulsed me but instead made my pulse quicken and my thighs press together. I was used to control—maintaining it, wielding it—but around him, it slipped through my fingers like sand.

"I care that he had his hands all over what's mine and that too, in front of everyone as if he’s insulting me." What's mine. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded with meaning. A declaration. A claim. Something inside me rebelled against it, even as another part—a part I didn't want to acknowledge—thrilled at the possessiveness in his tone. "I'm not yours," I said, each word precise and deliberate. "I don't belong to anyone." A dangerous smile curved his lips, one that didn't reach his eyes. "We both know that's not true, cara mia. You became mine the moment you agreed to this arrangement—the moment you stepped inside my mansion."

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

he said, looking at the necklace intently. I didn't understand what he was talking about. "What is Aiden's heirloom?" I asked him. "He is the alpha of our rival pack," Warren informed me, and I looked at him with wide eyes. "Now tell me, what were you doing with Aiden in our territory?" he folded his arms and glared at me. Shit, I was in trouble. "I didn't even know what you were talking about," I said, clueless. "This is Aiden, and no doubt he had his mutt beta, Dylan, with him," Bianca said, fuming with anger.

“Fucking fine! My body belongs to you, sir.” I groaned and went down on my knees, lowering her to the floor and lying in between her legs, my cock still at her pussy. “Not just your fucking body. I don't want to own just your body. I want to own every bit of you, Peaches. Your body, your soul, your heart. I wanna own every version of you. You have to be completely fucking mine” I gritted, feeling the need to possess her kick in. “So say it… Tell me whom you fucking belong to.”

"Is this some kind of game to you?" Kalmin’s lips curled into a sly, arrogant grin. "You’ve yet to learn what’s mine," he said, his voice thick with possessiveness. It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, and it hit her in the chest harder than she cared to admit. “I’m not yours,” she hissed. He stepped forward. No rush. Just a deliberate closing of space. Her breath caught. He didn’t touch her—but it felt like he had. Every inch between them buzzed, taut with pressure. “You keep saying that,” he said, “but you’re still here.”

I said in a possessive way, with my wolf trying to come to the surface, and she smiled as she heard me. "COMPLETELY MINE!"

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.

he commanded. Huh? Say what? “ I don’t understand..” “ Say that you’re mine. Mine to take. Mine to use as I deem fit. Mine alone. Forever.” I hesitated for a second. Would that be me making a mistake? He waited patiently,his eyes searching my face for the slightest hint of disagreement. A raw, possessive look, one full of hunger. Then I half-yelled.“ I’m yours!” His mouth curled into a smile. “ Now scream my name, Amore.”

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.