Possessiveness Novels & Stories

"That makes me happy. I just... I don't like the thought of anyone else touching you. You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone." "I am not going to someone else baby, stay assured." She said and pecked his cheeks as he started driving. Arthur let out a breath, his features softening slightly as she pecked his cheeks. His dominant nature was somewhat mollified by her reassurance, and the fact that she was willingly giving in to his possessive instincts only increased his feelings of satisfaction. "Good," he responded, his voice still tinged with possessiveness. "Because you're mine, and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it."

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?

“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 possessivenes

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

Adam shot back. Adam's words dripped with a toxic mixture of resentment and possessiveness, his emotions a turbulent storm swirling just beneath the surface. The very idea of another man encroaching upon what he viewed as his territory sent waves of possessiveness crashing over him, igniting a primal instinct to defend what he believed belonged to him and him alone.

my heart fluttered at our proximity. “No men shall see your body, except me. Do you understand?” Possessiveness – Check Jealousy – Check Controlling – Check

Having her say she belongs to me every time I fuck her somehow matters to me. Her admission has a way of causing inexplicable possessiveness veering into madness takes hold of me, and I always want to feel that way when I’m fucking her, claiming her and owning every part of her. Including her moans and whimpers. “Please…please…I want to cum.” “Not until you say that your cunt is mine.” “Jordan…please let me cum just once, please…” “Just say the magic word and I’ll let you cum all you want.”

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing ove

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."