Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Possessive Males

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. WARNING: This book contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult readers. NARRATION: Mix First Person POV & Third Person POV --- **Snow** I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as I approached Sylvestre’s mansion to meet my handsome fiancé, Marcus. It had been almost a week since we last saw each other, and I was more than ready to be wrapped up in his arms again.

Colton kisses like he’s on a quest, like he is determined to come on-top. He kisses like a king, domineering and firm, with so much focus and intensity it makes me dizzy with need. I sighed into the kiss, feeling my knees weakened when his hand finds my open skin beneath the shirt, his finger slowly really up my under boob. I felt goosebumps rise in my skin, shivering internally when he cups a boob in his hand. Colton grips me even tighter, making me open my mouth even more, allowing his tongue slide into the walls of my mouth. A groan escaping his throat. Colton’s hands on me, it’s addicting, divine and leaves me dizzy with immense want.

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.

He had been watching me, wanting me, for that long while I had been too deep in denial to even look at him properly. “You don’t have to say anything back,” he added softly. “I know what this is. I’m not asking for more.” I turned my head and looked at him. Those steady gray eyes were watching me again. Patient. Loyal. Completely mine. I gripped his chin and kissed him possessively. “Good,” I said against his lips. “Because I am not sharing you with anyone. Not ever. You belong to me now. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” I kissed him again, slower this time. My hand slid down his body and squeezed his ass, feeling my cum still leaking out of him.

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

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.

“I know.” “Then what am I?” I step closer— just one step this time. Careful. Measured. She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t panic. Just watches. “You’re mine to protect,” I say. Not possession. Not ownership. Something else. Something deeper. Stronger. More dangerous. Her breath catches. “That sounds like control.” “It’s not.” “What is it then?” A pause. Then— “A promise.” Silence falls. Different this time. Because promises— they mean something.

Instead, I was trapped against a wall of solid muscle and raw, unyielding heat, my heart hammering a frantic, traitorous rhythm against his ribs. Up close, the sheer magnitude of him was overwhelming. His dark gaze locked onto mine, burning with a fierce, possessive intensity that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with dominance. He didn't love me. I knew that better than anyone. Damien didn't know how to love; he only knew how to conquer, to possess, and to keep his enemies close and his property closer. And right now, looking at the way his jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell against mine, it was entirely clear that he viewed my fifty nine pound transformation not a