Possessive Romance Novels & Stories

Colton kisses like he’s on a quest, like he is determined to come on-top. He kisses like a king, domineering and firm, with so much focus and intensity it makes me dizzy with need. I sighed into the kiss, feeling my knees weakened when his hand finds my open skin beneath the shirt, his finger slowly really up my under boob. I felt goosebumps rise in my skin, shivering internally when he cups a boob in his hand. Colton grips me even tighter, making me open my mouth even more, allowing his tongue slide into the walls of my mouth. A groan escaping his throat. Colton’s hands on me, it’s addicting, divine and leaves me dizzy with immense want.

Meeting her that starry night at my club, sporting a red dress with curiosity dripping from her gaze, I couldn't help but be drawn to her like an infirmed moth. And when I had her up in my VIP room with her every flaming inch pressed against me—I knew, I was done for. The seed of my obsession was planted deep within my insides that day and by now it has sprouted in all its glory with roots buried so deep that even if I rip my chest apart and try to cut it off—I'll face utter failure. My phone vibrates in the pocket of my pants, pulling it out I see Zoe's name flashing on the screen.

"You're mine, Kitten. I'm never letting you go." We lay there for what felt like hours, our bodies pressed tightly together, lost in the warmth of our embrace. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a vibrant shade of pink and orange. It cast a soft, romantic glow over the room, making everything seem like it was in slow motion.

To anchor herself. "I'll destroy everything for you," I whispered darkly, my forehead pressed to hers. "Every man who's ever looked at you, spoken to you, breathed near you—I'll burn them to ash." I pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her jaw. Her neck. Each one a vow. A brand. "I'll fucking tattoo my name on every part of you, just so you remember who you belong to." I moved to my name and kissed there softly. My lips found hers again—this time slower, messier, possessive in a way that was more claiming than kissing. My tongue dominated hers, devouring every inch of her mouth like I could breathe her in and survive off it.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

“Answer me.” Her brown eyes flashed with defiance. “And if I do?” A sharp, possessive anger clawed at my insides. I reached out, my fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “You forget, Isabella—you’re a married woman.” She let out a dry laugh, stepping back, breaking my hold. “Oh? Now my marriage matters to you?” I didn’t like the mocking edge in her voice. “I don’t like my things being touched by others.”

The notion of taking her woman card, the luscious juice between her thighs, her lusty breathing, her seductive cry, and the purity of that moment made everything about it ideal. Fucking more of her was what I desired. I desired something good, was that bad? Was it her being out of my reach that caused it? Either way Rena was perfect. I began to realize that I was becoming increasingly possessive of her and that I might even be obsessed with her. I had not felt this way in a very long time. She was unique, no doubt about it. Rena was exceptional in her own right and not just because she was royalty. Walking over to me she starts pulling my at my shorts. Gripping at her hand I immediately push

“I’ve been patient with you, Isla. I’ve let you think you have choices. But the truth is, you’re mine. And I’m not letting you go. You’ve become too valuable to me. Too essential.” Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, his gaze intense, locking her in place. She had always known he was possessive — even before he’d admitted it — but this was different. The way he spoke now, the certainty in his voice, sent a chill down her spine. “Dante,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to be owned. I don’t want to be your possession. I’m not an object.” He reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek in a gesture that could have been tender, if it we

Dominic looked at me, his eyes glistening with tears and roaming all over my face, searching for a connection with my eyes. "He won't," he affirmed certainly before moving his hand up my spine to cup the back of my head and tilt my face up. Dominic smashed his lips onto mine with a deep, possessive growl I felt reverberate through my chest as I swallowed it into our kiss. I didn't hesitate to give in to his invitation, opening my mouth and letting him slip his tongue into my mouth for a passionate kiss. There was a searing possessiveness in the way he held and kissed me, pressing my body firmly into his like he wanted me to know and understand I was his and nothing could change that fact.