Possessive Romance Novels & Stories

Despite the agitation in my chest, I still managed to ask him. “Uh, Papa, what were you talking about? What is it for, why-“ He cut me off mid-sentence and looked straight at me. There was something in his eyes…like he’d just secured exactly what he wanted. “Well, you know how things work in a business-driven world, Alina. Having Mr. Villion on our side is a major advantage. So… we’ve come to an agreement. You’ll be marrying his eldest son, Lance.”

"I thought no one would ever hold me tightly, no one would care and protect me! Everything changed when you came into my life, and I thanked the universe for bringing myself to you that night." Tears shone to her eyes, she cupped his face, savored every little second, she has with him. Klaud hushed her, caressed her face and lips until he stooped, kissed her passionately. "I will never leave your side, Dianna- never and ever." He said between the kiss and Dianna closed her eyes, cherished his soft lips. A passionate, gentle kiss had turned into an aggressive and possessive one. His hands trailed from her neck down to her chest, caressed it enough which urged her to moan gracefully.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

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

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.

"Don't pretend like you don't know, it will only get me very upset. And I don't like to be upset, I do the worst things when I'm upset." "Yes, I know of it. You sent disgusting messages of poems to me. You disgust me now." "My love, I don't want you to disgust me." "But you do. I hate you now and I can never love you if you think so." "I will make you love me." "How do you intend on doing that?" I asked. "Possessive romance." Yet again, as he said those words, I had chills. "You enjoyed him take you that night. You sucked his cock and you asked him to fuck you hard. I want that to be me now."

It was the smile of someone who’d stacked the deck and then enjoyed watching the other man play his hand. “All according to plan,” she murmured, her voice laced with venom and sweetness in equal measure. “To make you obsessed with La Rosa Nera while guilty over your innocent wife. Every possessive touch, every furious kiss, you were never divided, Dante. You were always mine. You just didn’t know it.” My jaw clenched. My pulse thundered. She was right. I hated that she was right. And I loved it more than anything. She leaned closer, eyes burning into mine. “Don’t think you’re alone in this kind of love. I’m just as mad. Just as possessive. Just as obsessed with you. Maybe more.”