Possessive Obsessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Possessive, jealous, and a bit obsessive—how was it possible that such dark traits could actually seem attractive? I rested my hand on his chest and leaned on my toes. He lowered his head, helping me meet his lips. The kiss was hot, his tongue sliding into my mouth as if savoring me, and I welcomed it eagerly. The taste of him made my body heat up. His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing it possessively. I pulled back before things could get too heated. The low growl of displeasure he let out was almost animalistic, and it sent a thrill through me. I loved that I could make him lose control like this.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

But his words get to me and I nod. "I'll end it. Tonight." "Tonight." He repeats. "And when you do, that's the last of Ryan you'll ever see. Because I own you now. And I don't share what I own, cupcake." Despite the seriousness of the situation, I feel an unbearable throbbing between my thighs. Nick's possessiveness gets me everytime, turning me into an aroused mess. He grabs his jacket and pulls me with him towards the door. The moment he turns the key and opens it, the loud music from the club pours in, followed by a wave of hot air mixed with liquor and sex.

God help her, but instead of fear, what she felt was something dangerously close to pleasure. Because behind the anger, behind the possessiveness… was jealousy. Real. Raw. And all for her. But why, Xavier? Give me a reason. Any reason. Because I’m going crazy here… You’re asking me not to flirt with anyone. Can I ask the same from you? Not with Angelica. Not with all those women who’d throw themselves at you just to get a taste. If you want to own me, Xavier… can I at least try to own you too?

Isabella asked quietly. "No." Dante's voice cracked. "I'm possessive to the point of obsession. I can't stand other men looking at you. I've had nightmares about you leaving since month two. I track your location constantly even though you don't know it. I'm controlling and damaged and so fucking broken that I don't know how to love someone without suffocating them." "Dante…."

The fire crackles and pops, and I watch the flames dance, and I think about the way she looked when I entered her room, naked and wet and touching herself, her fingers buried inside her cunt, her hips bucking against her own hand, and the sight of it, the knowledge that she had been thinking of me, craving me, needing me, sent a surge of possessive pride through my chest that was almost painful in its intensity, and I wanted to hurt her for daring to touch herself without me, wanted to punish her for seeking pleasure in my absence, but more than that, I wanted to fill her, to claim her, to remind her that her pleasure belonged to me, that every orgasm she would ever have from this moment for

Undeniable. Possessive. Absolute. Adrian smiles wider. “There it is,” he says softly. “Obsession.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” Silence stretches between us. Then— “You broke,” he finishes. Something inside me tightens. Not denial. Recognition. But not in the way he thinks. “I didn’t break,” I say. “I changed.” “That’s the same thing.” “No.” “It is.” “It’s not.” I step forward. Slow. Deliberate.

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.