Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Possessive Males

,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.

a voice says. An older man steps into the room. He looks very much like Elric, and he watches me with cold satisfaction. "Now Damien will listen to us." I stop struggling and stare at him. "What are you talking about?" "Your boyfriend thinks he is untouchable. He thinks his money and his power can protect everyone he loves." The older man smiles. "But he cannot protect you and you are exactly what we need." I yank my arms but the man holding me does not loosen his grip.

“So fucking beautiful trying to hold it together while that toy is buzzing in your tight little pussy.” “Dante…” I whispered, voice breaking. “Please—not here.” But even as I said it, my body betrayed me. Another pulse from the toy made me gasp softly. I leaned into him, gripping his arm for balance. He smelled like sin and safety all at once—cologne, whiskey, and that dark masculine scent that had always undone me. “Look at you,” he continued, voice rough with hunger. “Talking to that guy like a perfect mafia wife while your cunt is stuffed and dripping for me. Did you almost come in front of them, farfalla? Were you about to soak that pretty dress right there?”

“Why all of this? Me living here? Tandon? Mama? She thinks I ought to tell you to marry me, with all you’re doing for us.” Dante looks up at me with something warm brimming in his dark eyes. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m doing all this because I intend to marry you one of these days.” Mostly, when Dante and I fall into bed together, it’s because one of us says something incendiary. I’m used to him lighting me ablaze with want or anger or petty drive to beat him. This confession only makes me warm. But it’s a steady warmth, one that reminds me of the fireplace of a well-loved house or a campfire in the dark. Something I could follow home. I straddle Dante’s lap and kiss him.

He took out a canister of scotch and poured a drink, then he sipped it, running his tongue over the rim seductively as he raked his eyes over me from head to toe. " You are definitely a trouble. You're stubborn, you're challenging, but above all, a beautiful trouble." He brushed his thumb over my lips and kissed the other side of my mouth. I was getting hot from his touch. Why was I reacting this way? I just met this guy and he already had my body reacting to him. " You are my woman rather you want to be or not. You see, Piccola Princesspessa. I am your betrothed. I came to America to get you and you will be my bride."

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..

“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”

His forehead presses against my chest, and I wrap my arm around him, holding him still as I glare at Nate. "Fuck off before I blow your brains out." Nate takes off in a sprint, his tail between his legs. I tuck my gun into my pocket, my attention focusing on the person still pressed against me. "You're acting possessive, straight boy," Jasper says, his voice muffled against my chest. I smile, my fingers instinctively reaching out to caress his hair softly. "Shut up, loser." You're mine.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.