Novel & Cerita Possessive Obsessive Romance Books

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

“Our empire. Our obsession. Our life. No one can touch this—not Langford, not the press, not anyone. And as long as I have you, nothing will ever threaten us again.” Her lips curved into a smile, exhausted, satisfied, and overwhelmed by the intensity of their journey. “Then I surrender,” she whispered. “Completely. All of me.” Dominic’s grin was feral, dark, unstoppable. “Good girl.” And then, because their obsession was never purely emotional, he claimed her again, slowly, deliberately, lovingly, yet with the same possessive hunger that had defined every encounter. Every kiss, every bite, every stroke became a reinforcement of the empire they had built together—a kingdom of lust, obsession,

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

It was the smile of someone who’d stacked the deck and then enjoyed watching the other man play his hand. “All according to plan,” she murmured, her voice laced with venom and sweetness in equal measure. “To make you obsessed with La Rosa Nera while guilty over your innocent wife. Every possessive touch, every furious kiss, you were never divided, Dante. You were always mine. You just didn’t know it.” My jaw clenched. My pulse thundered. She was right. I hated that she was right. And I loved it more than anything. She leaned closer, eyes burning into mine. “Don’t think you’re alone in this kind of love. I’m just as mad. Just as possessive. Just as obsessed with you. Maybe more.”

“But I needed to burn him out of you. Completely.” I met his gaze, my own eyes still brimming with an intensity that mirrored his. “There’s no need to apologize, Alex. I needed it too. I needed you to take everything I had left.” He leaned in then, his lips finding the pulse point at my throat. He kissed me there, a slow, deep press that sent shivers down my spine. It was a promise. A declaration. He was taking possession, and I was willingly surrendering. He moved down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire that was both a balm and an exquisite torment. He kissed my breasts, his lips latching onto my nipples, which hardened instantly under his attention.