Romance Books With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

“ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before licking her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ ***** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle of this story. For those who are sensitive of DARK ROMANCE, you can choose to stop reading this or continue. Thank you!

,she replied absent mindedly. "Um...Bethel, is this yours?" She asked and I scoffed. "Of course. What does it look like to you? My husband gave it to me yesterday as a valentine gift" I said with a smirk and her eyes dimmed. "He...He did?" She asked, stupefied. "Yes, Blair. And just so you know, its the latest model." I paused and moved closer to her. "You know, Blair, people like us, we don't brag with things that belongs to our fathers, we actually prefer to own them ourselves" I stated and turned to leave but stopped and looked at her again.

"You, Daddy." His response was a throaty growl, and he pulled me by the neck. "Remember that? You hear me? And this," I gasped aloud. His two fingers suddenly entered me possessively, "is mine." He pulled me close, his grip strong as he continued to explore the depths of my desire. Each movement of his fingers was a declaration of ownership and my body responded eagerly to his possessive touch. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "All mine."

I hope you can get into her frequency while reading this book. Dominic and Chalondra are the best couple I've ever created so far. Even though this book is finished, I still can't move on from their love story. Las but not least, I hope you will enjoy this book. I’m sorry if the storytelling style and diction are very different from global writers in general. And also, I'm sorry if still there are some mistakes in the translation. But I will do my best, so you could read this book comfortably. Best regards,

Dante. “She really went through with it, I guess I owe you $10k.” Enzo mused, staring at the newlywed in shock. “I’ll never understand these innocent girls have for men like Kaden, it’s like a wolf keeping a sheep as a pet.” He was right, while I understood the appeal of opposites attracting, the couple before us looked like a tragedy waiting to happen and we all knew who the victim would be. I never understood why people would put themselves in such a vulnerable situation in the name of love. Kaden was like an exposed live wire, the smallest stimulation would result in an uncontrollable explosion, and boy did he love to explode.

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

“Go ahead, do it.” She hardened her gaze as she stared at him, trying to ignore the longing feeling that called within her, her wolf, it was trying to reach for its mate. She wondered if he could feel it too, if he could feel his wolf calling out to hers. But she could not read him at all. His gaze was hardened. “How?” He breathed, his voice cracking ever so lightly. “How is that possible? How can you be an Omega? How am I mates to an Omega”

I laugh. “Yeah… they’re definitely similar.Possessive. Stubborn. Stupid rich. And they just love taking their damn sweet time making moves—as if we don't already know exactly where this is going.I swear to God though—if he doesn’t ask soon,I’ll snap and do it myself.” “Alright grumpy.Let’s go to bed now.” “Night,love ya.” ….. Please like and comment for more chapters.❤️

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.