Possessiveness Novels & Stories

It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's. Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Gavin, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows. “Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”

After she walked down this morning, it had taken everything in me to not demand that she go change, I ended up controlling myself from doing that cause then that would be me playing right into her game which I instantly saw through. She wants me to lose it. I wasn’t gonna give her the satisfaction of letting that play out. Aside from the fact that I didn’t wanna play right into her game, I was also holding myself back because my stance was still yet to change, once wouldn’t be enough. If I fuck her again, I’m certain I’ll never be able to let her go, everything else be dammed. But I’m sure she had no idea how much possessiveness I have buried deep within me re

"There's a difference." "Seems the same to me." I narrowed my eyes, heartbeat picking up again. "Jealousy is insecurity. Territory is ownership." He moved closer. "And right now, every person in this building knows you belong to me." The possessiveness in his tone should have made me angry. Instead, it made heat pool low in my belly. "The board is terrified of you now," I managed. "They should be." His eyes burned into mine. "Anyone who comes for you comes for me. And I don't lose."

“Is that a threat or a promise?” “Maybe a little of both.” The thought of someone else trying to take her away is something I’d never imagined. Now it's in my head. And it's making me mad. Is it jealousy? I don't know. But whoever lays a hand on my Desiree will lose the hand. “You’re the possessive type, aren’t you?” Desiree asks. “I suppose I am,” I admit. “When it comes to you, I find I don’t want to share.”

“I am yours, Eliane. I was always yours. Anyone else in my life was a distraction while I was waiting for you.” I feel very, very possessive of my dragon. I watch him smile as he feels my possessiveness. “You think that’s funny?” I ask him. I feel a wave of possessiveness hundreds of times stronger than what I was feeling flow through me. “That’s my possessiveness of you, and only a bit of it. Until you have full access to your dragon, my emotions will be too intense for you to handle. So, while I love your possessiveness of me, it’s not at the same level that mine

she said to me with confidence in her voice that I am impressed that she knew that I am possessive about my things. "How can you be so sure," I asked her making her feel doubt in her own judgement "You can't even hear when I talk about another man then how will you bear another man's dick in my pussy" she said and gripped my dick in her hand I gripped her jaw who dared to talk about other men's dick "I will kill every man who dared to touch you because you are my possession, I don't love you but I would not let you be touched by any other man" I threatened her and she pecked on my lips

Lewis scoffed trying to keep his anger in check His thumb snaked to her pouty red lips and slowly begun stroking it "The lips are for me corazón. Your kisses belongs to me and only me. Don't ever let anyone kiss you again. I don't wanna even see you with anything that has 3 legs. Am very possessive corazón. The things I cherish and love,I don't toy with it. And you're one of them. One of my top priority" he said sweetly making sure to stare deep into her eyes Laine gulped down nothing feeling the uncontrollable butterflies dancing in her tummy

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

, she said fiercely. I looked at her speechless not knowing what to say. "It's because of you, he rejected me", she said angrily. I tried not to laugh but managed to keep a serious face. " Don't you dare me", she said hotly. "Are you threatening me", I fired back at her. She looked somewhat intimated , the way I spoke to her. "See , I didn't steal anything from anyone, am just on my own", I said harshly to her.

"You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover." ​I gripped the edge of my mahogany desk until my knuckles turned white. "He’s my son, Lola. My blood is in his veins. I’ve lost three years—" ​"And you will lose a lifetime if you storm in there with your checkbook and your arrogance," she interrupted, her voice as cold as the Swiss air. "Take it slow. If you try to force your way back, she will vanish again, and this time, she will make sure you never find a single footprint."