Possessive Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

I brought my eyes to his in a silent defiance. He gripped my jaw a little tighter. “Do you understand that?” “Yes. I understand it.” I snatched my hands from his grip and knocked his fingers from my jaw. “I belong to you, like a pretty little possession.” “You belong to me, but nothing like my possession. As much as I’d love to possess you and your naked body, you’re your own person and I respect that. Until you push me. Push me and you’ll find out just how fucking possessive I can be.”

It was the first time that he would be touching my skin that wasn't my hand. "Why are you showing so much skin?" He whispered into my ear. I wanted to moan. Oh Lord help me, I was literally holding myself back not to moan. His voice elicit some type of desire within me. And the possessiveness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Was he mad? "You don't like it? I can change it if you don't like it." I said quickly. Too quickly. His hand trailed every inches of my bare back,his breathes hitting my ear while I was dying not to moan and embarrass myself.

“Say another word and I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to you.” “Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up, placating. “Relax. Just saying, she’s…something.” “She’s mine.” “Obviously,” he mutters, then clears his throat and drops the grin. “Look, I didn’t come here to flirt with your pet. We’ve got shit to talk about, big shit, you’re gonna want eyes on this.”

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

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."

"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."

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."

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."