Possessive Of Boss Novels & Stories

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

It was the voice of the Owner, issued as an undeniable command. “Drake. You’ve had your moment with my player.” Julian scoffed, tightening his arm around my waist. “Hardly, Blackwell. We’re discussing a potential future. I believe this song is mine.” Damian didn’t acknowledge him. His gaze was fixed entirely on me, his eyes storm-cloud gray, reflecting a terrifying, possessive heat. He wasn't asking; he was claiming. “I believe this is the final turn, Logan,” Damian stated, his voice a rasp, demanding compliance. “The last dance belongs to the Boss.”

('IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU WERE BEEN SO SLOW ABOUT IT, YOU CAN'T KEEP DELAYING THE READERS, THEY HAVE OTHER PAGES TO READ AND YOU ARE OKAY WITH THIS RIGHT BOSS'). 'Boss, who is boss'. ('THE WRITER OF COURSE, SHE'S THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS THE ENTIRE CAST UNDER HER COMMAND, WITH JUST ONE WORD SHE COULD MAKE OR MAR YOUR LIFE'). 'So I should blame her whenever my life goes haywire?'. ('OHH NO, YOU CAN'T DO THAT AXEL, YOU WILL ONLY BE GETTING YOURSELF IN BIG TROUBLE SINCE SHE HAS THE ULTIMATE WEAPON THAT COULD DESTROY YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE').

My eyes rolled back and a moan I didn’t even recognize as mine echoed again. “You bitch, you’re all mine,”my Boss growled into my ear, his voice dripping with poisonous ownership. “You think he deserves you? No. Only I deserve you.” Then, he thrust harder. And with that movement, Kale blurred into background noise. His presence became a distant ache in the corner of my mind, replaced by the firestorm of dominance inside me. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you in the presence of your boyfriend.” His voice dropped like a blade against my spine, and then his finger ghosted over the tip of my length.

Alexander Pov I have become so addicted to her pussy for a while as it is so tight anytime I enter her pussy in her place, club mostly in the office. The thought that it is against the company policy for employees to have sexual encounters with their boss is what marvel me but who is the boss? I'm the boss and also the director of the company after my Dad handed it over to me before his death, whereas she shows her worth and the need for her time to the company, unlike the secretary who is so reluctant about her time in the office.

"It's not funny. Are you two fucking now or what?" "Of course not. He's a nice guy and all, but nothing more." "There is nothing nice about him. I don't like you being with any other man," he said with a possessive tone. "Is someone forgetting that he's my boss, and we cannot be inappropriate in the office environment."

He pinched my cheeks and chewed his lips. I gave him a deathly look, daring him to touch me again. He lifted his hands in surrender and took a step back. "Boss is lucky though" he pouted "and I hope he doesn't faint looking at you in this tight short dress!" He added. His hand moved towards my butt but I took a step back on time. I thought he is going to spank me! "Don't worry, I am not going to do anything because the boss is very possessive and he will not think twice before cutting my hands if I tried to touch his property" he gave me a sad smile.

I tell him, with pride, “You have what is rightly mine. You have my mate, my house, my life, my everything.. And I’m going to take it all back.” “Your mate,” he says to me, seemingly incredulously, “YOUR MATE? .ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” “Yes, mine,” I tell him, smiling, “And soon I will be Alpha again, you’ll see. The boss will come through.” As long as I have the boss, I’ll be ok. I know it's true. He’ll be here any minute. “Who is this boss you keep referring to,” Levi asks me, leaning in seriously, “What does he tell you to do?”

The thought, possessive and primal, flares up inside me. She has hickeys on her neck. I remember pressing my lips there, wanting to leave a mark, a claim. A dark, possessive part of me is satisfied that Drew knows she wasn't with anyone else. A darker part recognizes what a possessive monster I’m being with her. She might be happier with someone like Drew but I’d rather burn my company down than see her with anyone else. “Hey boss.” His usual cherry greeting now sounds like an obligation.

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