Possessive Romance Novels & Stories

For the first time in a long while, someone touched me without cruelty. And I let myself feel. QUESTION OF THE DAY Alice has discovered that her husband has another woman—will she finally walk away? Her visit to Christopher’s house crossed a dangerous line. Will this trespass destroy everything? READ: POSSESSION OR LOVE?

Instead, I was trapped against a wall of solid muscle and raw, unyielding heat, my heart hammering a frantic, traitorous rhythm against his ribs. Up close, the sheer magnitude of him was overwhelming. His dark gaze locked onto mine, burning with a fierce, possessive intensity that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with dominance. He didn't love me. I knew that better than anyone. Damien didn't know how to love; he only knew how to conquer, to possess, and to keep his enemies close and his property closer. And right now, looking at the way his jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell against mine, it was entirely clear that he viewed my fifty nine pound transformation not a

The man who carries the blood of a monster and the heart of someone who learned to love in the only way he knows: intense, dangerous, and absolutely possessive. In this new arc, everything changes. The narrative is now his—in first person, raw, and unfiltered. You will enter Nolan's mind, feel his obsession, his rage, his fear of becoming like his father, and the overwhelming desire to protect (and possess) the only woman who managed to breach his walls. Prepare for an even darker, more toxic, and more burning dark-romance. With clandestine auctions, hatred that turns to fire, possession that burns, and a love that hurts as much as it heals.

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

“You were so sweet. And strong. I remember thinking, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d totally steal you away.” Okay, bitch. That’s not on the script. See how you steal this. Something hot flares in my chest and I grab Dante’s face without thinking. My palm slides across his jaw, fingers digging in just a little as I pull him down—and kiss him. Hard. It’s not soft or romantic or sweet. It’s a claim. He’s fucking mine. Teeth and tongue and possessive rage, and I make damn sure she sees it. His hands land on my waist instantly, gripping as if he’s seconds from fucking me against the glass.

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.

So close. "Oh, you'll get that kiss alright." And I did. His hand was in my hair now and I was being kissed. It wasn't sweet and slow, it was rushed and aggressive and so so possessive. My jaw hurt, he was still holding it pretty tight and I tried to kiss him back, but I had no authority there. He pulled away far too quickly for my liking and I chased after him but he stopped me with his finger on my lips. "Shh- shh. Still want Seth on his knees?"

Roselle pursed her lips, trying to stop blushing. "Oh no, my love." Romeo shook his head. "It's not a tease. I'm telling you the truth. You sounded so possessive when you said those words. It might not sound that… incredible to you, but that was the first time you have ever showed such possessiveness over me, love. And it seems I goddamned loved it when you're going all possessive of me that way." His breathing snagged as he caressed her cheek with his fingers and his breaths. "It's enough to arouse me damn bad, Roselle."

“That's being over possessive and I don't think it's good.” Dominic smirked and held her hand. She felt the hairs on her skin rise as she felt that spark within her. He looked at her hand slowly wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him so they were inches apart. Selene's eyes widened. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't stop him either. She couldn't stop him. It was like her body wanted that touch before it came, and she lost control of her brain immediately. “As long as it's you, over possessiveness is good. It means you're the only one I want and think of. There's no two ways about that.” He winked and let her go before walking away with a smirk.