Possessive Novels & Stories

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

Stained. This isn’t love. This is possession.

"She isn't the waitress you can buy or break. If you move without a plan, you will lose him before you even hold him." ​My son was in the hands of a woman who had every reason to hate me. ​"I need time," I rasped, though I knew time was the one thing I had already wasted too much of. "I need... I need to see him." "Timothy, listen to me carefully," Lola Hilda’s voice dropped to a low, commanding tone that finally pierced through my fog of shock. "You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover."

I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessive behavior. It’s a red flag.” “I’m possessive of everything. It’s a part of who I am.” “Define everything,” I challenged. “Everything includes how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.” My throat went dry, and I immediately wondered about it. “We just talked about…” “About what?” “About Kyle, Zoey...” I bit my bottom lip. “Just that.”

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted yo

Possessive. Watching me like he was daring me to look away first.

And then he smirked and looked back up at me. "You'd be bruised from my grip. Your thighs would tremble for days. And that little ache between your thighs? I'll ruin it until it's raw from how many times you cum. I don't fuck to please, Eve. I fuck to possess." Oh, God. My heart broke into a marathon. "And when I possess you, you won't belong to yourself anymore. You'll breathe for me. You'll come for me. You'll live for me. And only me."

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of 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.

She grins and clasps her hand over mine. "A claim is a very powerful thing on a wolf. Not only does it ward off any other male, but it also labels you as belonging to someone else." I frown. I hate that word, belong. It makes me feel like a possession, a property and that is not something I am okay with. I am my own person.