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he said firmly, possessiveness in his voice. His love might be a little dangerous, but I like the idea of him being obsessed with me. It feels so good to be claimed—about him wanting only me and keeping me to himself. Because I want him for myself too. Only mine.

This wasn't just a statement; it was a vow, spoken in a language that felt more intimate, more binding. His hand cupped my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, and his eyes darkened with a possessive, unwavering claim. "Personne ne t’aimera comme moi. Personne ne te protégera comme moi. Personne ne te possédera comme moi." No one will love you like I do. No one will protect you like I do. No one will possess you like I do. The word "possédera" — will possess — echoed in the silent room. It should have frightened me. Part of me was frightened. But a larger part of me felt a shocking, undeniable thrill.

Or maybe it was just him drinking to forget something. After taking a big gulp of the drink, he turned toward me and sat down in an armchair across from me. He placed the glass on the coffee table and leaned forward slightly. I couldn't quite decipher his features because they were too dark. His expression was blank yet stern at the same time. "I don't want you to get drunk," he finally said. "But you drink," I argued. "Not for fun," he answered. "Not for pleasure. It just feels good to let loose sometimes. Besides, I can't afford to lose any control tonight."

Something uncontrollable, something possessive. Something beautiful.

His Possession. THE END.

Before he could say anything though, Joey walked back in. He had three bottles of beer in his hand. He handed one to Cale, one to me, and opened the third one for himself. Before I could take a sip of my beer, Cale spoke. “She’s not drinking that.” Joey raised his eyebrows, “Why?”, then he looked at me, “You don’t want it?” “No, she does not,” Cale said, using his Alpha voice. This was going to get ugly. “Okay, dude,” Joey said, and I could see that this was getting on his nerves now. Games aside, he didn’t like people who were arrogant. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, trying to calm him down.

I said laughing as I rubbed my thumbs on his lips. He stared into my face while I smiled back at him. "You are mine only, Amanda." He said possessively. I smiled and peck him while I went over to where I kept my makeups and brought out the lipstick and rubbed them gently on my lips. "Amanda put your hair down," Drake whispered in my ears as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "No," I said firmly with a smirk. "You gonna make me eat you right here." He said seductively as he traced his hands to my butt.

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

I moaned loudly as his fingers skillfully pleasured me, making me wetter with each movement. "Fuck," he moaned and turned me over. He slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me possessively and hungrily. I held onto his head and ground my body against his. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, then he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. As I held his gaze, I noticed he held so many emotions in his eyes, but the one that stood out was possession. "I own you," he said, and I gulped, not out of fear, but because of how my body reacted to his words. "You are mine," he added, and I gulped again. "I…" he wanted to say something, but then he stopped and sighed.