Possessive Obsessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

they locked eyes staring lovely at each other "Of course, you're my baby,my hearthstone,my sun,my....." 'Laine, you never told me your talent is making someone blush "he rolled his eyes With a big smile on her lips she traced his wet eyebrows with her fingers and pinched his nose "It's kinda like my duty, you're my amor". She placed her hand on his racing heart "My one and only sól. The man that owns my heart" "Mi corazón, you're my one and only woman. Am the over possessive type, don't let anyone touch you asides me. Unless I'll go mad "he whispered softly before locking lips with her

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”

Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

“Every time someone else even looks at you, I feel it. I feel the need to remind them. To remind everyone you’re mine. That I decide who survives… and who doesn’t when it comes to you.” My hands pressed against his chest, trying to ground myself, but his heat, his need, pressed into me like a storm. His lips found mine again, deep, consuming, and I let myself fall into it, because resisting him was impossible, not now, not ever. The battlefield faded into smoke and debris; there was only him, only us, the tether between us tighter than ever. Even as he claimed me, as his possessiveness rolled over me like fire, I felt it, the desperate, fierce, protective obsession that made him terrifying a

He stilled, then leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed. She shifted closer, tangling her legs with his, resting one paw over his heart. Rian’s breath hitched, and he pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching—barely. His tail swept forward, looping around her back leg to hold her in place. Possessive. Protective. Tender.

“A man with potential involvement with the Russian Mafia is a man named Donte Abruzzi. He’s young and very wealthy, and he’s the head of Indigo Limited, so he’s bound to know about all of the shady operations that go on in Manhattan. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of evidence hidden away in that massive building,” Phillip muttered. “Remember your fucking training. Take whatever means necessary to get the information we need, even if it means you have to seduce him. Bastards like him think with their dick. They have no fucking respect for women.”

The bedroom door clicks shut behind us. Moonlight floods the glass walls, turning the white sheets silver and our skin ghostly pale. The ocean crashes outside steady, relentless like it’s matching the frantic beat of my heart. Damien doesn’t rush. He backs me against the wall first hands framing my face. His mouth starts at my temple trailing a soft kiss that makes me shiver. Then my cheekbone to the corner of my eye down the line of my jaw. Every kiss is deliberate. Worshipful.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.