Possessiveness Novels & Stories

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.

“That's being over possessive and I don't think it's good.” Dominic smirked and held her hand. She felt the hairs on her skin rise as she felt that spark within her. He looked at her hand slowly wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him so they were inches apart. Selene's eyes widened. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't stop him either. She couldn't stop him. It was like her body wanted that touch before it came, and she lost control of her brain immediately. “As long as it's you, over possessiveness is good. It means you're the only one I want and think of. There's no two ways about that.” He winked and let her go before walkin

She could feel it in the weight of his tone. Her grip tightened on her pen, and she inhaled softly. “The partnership proposal is built on projected expansion into new markets,” she began carefully. “But the risk margin is high. If the projections don’t hold, the company could…” “Lose more than it gains,” he finished. She nodded. “Yes.” He tapped his foot slowly. “And?” His tone sharpened. Her lips pressed together firmly. “The numbers are…aggressive,” she admitted. “A very far reach in fact.”

She said sadly. - What? You're kidding, right? Look at me Camila, I'm about to explode and you're kicking me out? - Yea. I don't want to fuck you until you change. Your possessiveness is... making me very confused. How could he be so jealous, so possessive, and not say clearly how he felt? Maybe he just liked her like he liked all women. Maybe he was possessive and jealous of all the women he slept with. How could she know? She wouldn't stoop down and ask if he loved her. He would laugh at her for expecting something as useless as love.

"You wore the dress. You signed your name." I trail my fingers down her side, slow, controlling, like I'm memorizing my property all over again. "You like it or not, Jaan. But you are mine. And I will make sure that you know whom you belongs to!"I said She opens her mouth to speak—probably to curse me, to tell me she'll run away from me. But I cut her off with a kiss. Not soft. Not sweet. Just control. Possession. A reminder of what she is now.

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

“The longer you stay beside me…” He paused for a moment. His eyes locked onto hers in a way that made her forget how to breathe. “…the harder it becomes for me to ignore the presence of others around you.” Iris froze completely after his words. She did not respond immediately. She could not. His fingers were still near her face, and his presence was too close to be ignored calmly. She slowly took a breath. “Your Majesty… this kind of talk…” She stopped. She did not know he could be this possessive with his servants.

I don’t know why I feel so damn possessive of this woman. This woman who won’t be claimed.

His jaw is clenched tight, but it is not with displeasure, it is with an emotion I have never seen on his face, or maybe he’s never allowed me to see. Possession. Raw and deep and so damn dangerous. But instead of running away from it, I barge straight toward it. I bare my soul and body for it. I want it. His possessiveness. I want every last drop of it. “Fuck, Genevieve. Since when did you learn to say shit like that?” “Since you.” “Me?”

He wanted her to submit to him of her own free will and not because he wanted her to. He wanted her to possess all of him, he wanted to possess all of her also, to make her long for him and no one else, to make her declare him as her master. He couldn’t deny that make possessiveness in him, he wanted to own all of her but first, he wanted her to own all of him.