Novel & Cerita Possessive Stalker Romance Books

“This pussy is mine tonight.” I came again, screaming his name, my body shaking uncontrollably. Alex flipped me onto my hands and knees on the floor, ass high in the air. He spanked me hard, the sharp smacks echoing as he slammed back inside. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. He fucked me like an animal ,fast, deep, and possessive,while raining more spanks on my reddening ass. “Again,” I begged breathlessly. “Spank me while you destroy me.”

We had planned to lure Alister out but it was nowhere mentioned that she had to dance like that, I was barely controlling myself that time. But when I saw that he put his hands under her skirt, I lost it. I rushed towards her but before that, the stalker acted and revealed himself. I saw her pretty siren eyes open and my heart pounded inside as she looked at me, so innocently. I want to ruin it. She looked at me and murmured something seeing my bare chest, I smirked, she had seen it for the first time and she loved it for sure. “When will you fuck me”, she asked the most unexpected question just when she woke up, this woman is just something else.

The queen who rules on his heart. _________________________________ THE END. ____________________________________ So, guys, this was the end of Damon’s Possession. What a long journey but gladly finally we come to our destination. Now I am going to start Yes, Master. Do follow that story and give the same love you gave to this story. Spread the purple heart.

“Travel with me. Sleep in my bed. Be at my side. No other clients. No other men.” My pulse roared in my ears. “That’s—That’s not something I do. I’m not a—” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not a what?” A storm built in my chest, hot and chaotic. “A mistress. A possession. Someone who belongs to someone.” “I never said you’d belong to me.” He lowered his voice. “But you’d be with me.” “And in return,” I said uncertainly, “what? You get to own my time? My body?”

He always had this intense stare like he could see right through you or something. He closed the distance between us in just two strides, “I own you” he snarled, his hand reaching out and wrapping around my neck. I gasped. My cock bobbed and his eyes glanced down at the half hard member, a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, disappearing immediately. “Only I can make you hard over and over again” his tone was low, deep…throaty. He pushed me back against his locker and hooked a hand under my knee while I stood on one leg and pushed his length fully into me.

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

Vaelora Fuck! 'Haunting Adeline' caused all these. It rewired my brain in ways I still don’t understand. And now, I don't know if I love being stalked or if I hated it. Well, if I'm to analyse it.. if I try to be honest with myself I loved the thrill I read from the story when Adeline was being stalked by Zade. The way he watched Adeline, the way his presence was always there, heavy and intoxicating. It made my pulse race. Yet, I hated the fact that her stalker got eery and eery every freaking page I flipped. Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of.

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

“Claimed? By corporate title? Your pride is blinding you, Thorne. Where is the pack mark? Where is the bond?” Rian turned slightly. He glanced down at me. His icy brown eyes were assessing. He had to prove his claim immediately. The public denial was too risky. “The claim is absolute,” Rian stated. He reached out. He gripped my jaw hard. He forced my head up. His thumb pressed against the fresh bite marks on my desk I had discovered moments ago. “Look at her,” Rian commanded Zev. “She sleeps in my bed. She manages my weakness. She is my possession and my resource. The claim is non-negotiable.”