Possessive Romance Novels & Stories

“ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before licking her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ ***** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle of this story. For those who are sensitive of DARK ROMANCE, you can choose to stop reading this or continue. Thank you!

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

“You’ve been denying me this pussy, Hailey, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.” I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.” Paxton’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to Dimitri all filled up with my come.”

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

He smirked, pulling her towards him— that wicked, devilish grin that meant danger. He was hovering over her, with that haunting, predatory gaze. She scooted back, palms scraping the floor— but there wasn’t fear, just determination to get rid of him. “You call me a whore, yet you claim me as yours and cling to me like a starving dog. Why?” She asked. “I am a possessive man, baby girl…. And what's mine will always be mine. Even if it's trash, I will decide its fate.” He stated. “You want to possess me because you know you’ve lost me, Damon.”

I stood up and got to her room in a flash with my heart in my mouth, da*n love has made me soft. "Kill it, please. Ahh". She said as a cockroach flew across the room, to say I was angry would be an understatement and not at her but at myself. I've become just like a teenage girl I, Lawrence Basma, the most powerful business man, known as fearless, heartless and cold have become so weak and I can't say I want to go back to the past because the future I see with her makes my heart speeds up with delight. I throw these thoughts at the back of my mind, kill the roach and turn to her. Right now, I wanna kiss her, hold her, make her mine. I wanna tell her I love her but I don't feel the time is ri

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“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

He paused, puffing out another cloud like he was thinking of the right word to use. “I find it quite curious when someone breaks the rules. And you,” he said, stopping in front of Ronan who looked like he just pissed his pants “didn’t just break my rules, you took what is mine.” His voice dripped with cold venom and I felt myself shrinking into the wall I was bound to. Dante trailed his knife from Ronan’s chest to his navel, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. “Tell me, was it her eyes, her boobs, or her round ass, that filled you with courage?” He asked, sinking his knife deeper.