Possessivo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.

Liam's lips moved upon mine, his soft lips sucking onto mine, moving in a rhythm that almost brought tears to my eyes. His tongue thrust inside my mouth violently, fucking my mouth and clashing against my tongue, trying to win a battle that did not even have any competition. He pulled back from the kiss only to stare into my eyes, the anger still shining in his eyes like a possessive stance of a violent animal towards its prey. "Tell me you are going to do exactly as I say. Nod your head and tell me that you are not going to go close to that fucking bastard. You are not going to be anywhere near that fucking cunt of a man! Nod your fucking head, baby."

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

POSSESSIVE As soon as I said yes Cole took my lips in a searing kiss as his hand went around my waist like he was trying to stop me from running away, but I wasn't planning to. I wrapped my arms around him and he continued kissing me seeming not to get enough. He only stopped kissing me when both of us needed to breathe. " You don't know how fucking happy this makes me, I'm going to take care of you, no one would be able to touch you, because you're mine," He said possessively as he kissed me again.

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.

“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.

“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.