Possessive Series Romane & Geschichten

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

I wanted to believe she wasn’t like the others. And I wouldn’t allow anyone else to claim what was mine. A strong sense of possession filled me, something deep and instinctive, a powerful need to keep what was mine safe. Now, the woman I had always wanted was finally with me. Just the thought of losing her was unbearable.

It was the first time that he would be touching my skin that wasn't my hand. "Why are you showing so much skin?" He whispered into my ear. I wanted to moan. Oh Lord help me, I was literally holding myself back not to moan. His voice elicit some type of desire within me. And the possessiveness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Was he mad? "You don't like it? I can change it if you don't like it." I said quickly. Too quickly. His hand trailed every inches of my bare back,his breathes hitting my ear while I was dying not to moan and embarrass myself.

"Because I don't lose, Khloe. And because you are the most valuable, efficient asset I have ever acquired. I protect what is mine. Now, get back to work. We have a killer to expose, and a company to save." He didn't mention love, guilt, or desire. But the possessive fire in his eyes spoke volumes. This wasn't about the company. This was about ownership, and I was deeply, terrifyingly, his.

He sighed a sigh of relief and stared deeply at her. "My beautiful Clara, you are so beautiful, it's unbelievable." Clara stared back at him, her eyes had shown uncertainty. The way he looked at her was unexplainable. His eyes were filled with... tender possessiveness. "Clara, you are mine. Always remember that."

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

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

Erwin was no less annoyed that his young master's possessiveness seemed to be increasing day by day. Especially after hearing Arnold's return. This morning when he just got home, he had to report Azkia's activities every hour. "Why is he waiting for me, not that he is working." "How do I know, Young master likes to do what he wants," Erwin replied indifferently. "Of course because of his possessive nature, where has he been willing to let you be with other people? His great sense of pride makes people not know how possessive he is towards you. Maybe you don't even realize he makes a lot of rules because he hates you," Erwin continued to himself.

| ALESSIO | ⚘⚘ I'VE ALWAYS HAD an unexplainable obsession with puzzles. Letting my gaze run all over the puzzles I've solved and gathered over the passing years, my gaze settles on the most recent one. Thousands of tiny pieces were put neatly where they belonged to form an enrapturing black hole. Took me three days—the longest ever—but it's all worth it because nothing satisfies my quench of a worthy challenge, or stimulation, unlike these puzzles.