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He dropped my jaw, “this is the last time we are talking about this, understood?” I took a step back from him not liking this new side of him, he looked down at me and I nodded quickly, “I understand.” The rest of the night seemed to drag after our conversation. After we had returned downstairs Lucas had gone back to talking to his friends. I debated about pulling my phone out and playing a game or checking my email, anything to keep myself entertained. Looking down at Lucas's hand on my thigh I couldn't help but see it now as controlling, maybe even possessive. It was his way of letting everyone know that I was with him. You could see an air of authority around him that I had missed before.

“I’m doing this because I won’t let anyone disrespect what’s mine." Isabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She didn’t want to read too much into his words, but there was a possessiveness there that she hadn’t noticed before. Something that went beyond business. She didn’t want to confront it now, though. Not with everything else hanging in the air. “Mine?” she echoed quietly, almost to herself. It wasn’t lost on her that the term felt far too final, far too possessive for what they were—or maybe it was exactly the right word.

“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.

“On all fours, with me dominating you, with no control at all?” “Yes…” The word came out like a sob. “Yes, fuck, yes…” “Do you like being mine?” “Yours,” she repeated, and the word vibrated in the air between us like a spell. “Yours, Mortyss. Only yours.” The possessiveness that hit me was devastating. It wasn’t just lust. It was something more primitive, darker. Something that said mine and no one else touches and I’ll kill anyone who tries. I felt my cock grow larger again, thicker, opening her to the limit of the impossible. Evelyn gasped, losing her breath.

In truth, Kayla was the one taming him. At first, Luke just wanted Kayla to be near him, wherever he went. Gradually, he started resenting anyone who tried to get close to her, no matter who they were. Eventually, just seeing her smile at someone else made him unbearably jealous. He wanted to keep her all to himself, to lock her away in a world where only he could see her. Psychologists called it pathological possessiveness, which was unhealthy and in need of correction. They warned that one day, it could destroy everything between them.

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."

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of

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