Romance Books With Possessive Males 소설 & 이야기

Like I wasn't just a fucktoy he was going to get tired of fucking in two and a half months and move on to the next woman. "You don't own me," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Don't I?" His mouth was inches from mine now. "Then why does your body respond to me like this? Why can I feel your pulse racing under my fingers?" "It's because I'm upset!" I bit out. "Good, because so am I." Then his mouth crashed onto mine. The kiss was brutal, possessive, claiming me in a way he never had before. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding everything I had to give and taking so much more.

“I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.” My cock twitched hard in my pants. I could feel his own thick length pressing against my hip. “Fuck, Damien. You’re possessive as hell.” “You have no idea.” He kissed me again, deeper, while his hand grabbed my ass. “I want you on your knees right now. Want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock before I have to stand up there and pretend.” The words hit me like a punch. I wanted it too… badly. I dropped to my knees, hands shaking as I worked his belt open. His cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

Her blood was boiling with rage. "Sebastian Luciano, his. Only him." She told him. Now, the answer piqued his curiosity even harder. "He let you?" He was surprised. "He used to, but not anymore. He has a little woman for himself. She stays with him 24/7." Katherine sighed and tugged her finger at the buttons of his shirt, "She isn't even that pretty. She has huge scars on her face and neck." She had no idea what kind of sparks she was creating after becoming a slave of her jealousy.

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

His eyes dragged slowly down my chest, and then he said it quietly, commanding, dangerous: “Take off your top, cariño.” My breath caught. “Why?” “Because I said so.” My whole body reacted before my mind could stop it. I had never met anyone with a voice that seductive, so controlled. Zayden had dominance, Slate had quiet authority but Aurelio? He felt like temptation wrapped in danger. Still, I hesitated. “You’re acting like—like I belong to you.” A slow smirk curved his mouth. “I don’t claim what isn’t mine,” he said softly. “But I evaluate it.”

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

Rose's laughter echoes, musical and sweet, "In more ways than one," she adds, her voice so neat. Her whisper hints at secrets untold, "I think he wants more than just business to hold." My arm wraps around her, possessive and tight, "His loss," I remind her, "your gain, my delight." Rose's smile fades for a moment, reflective and pale, Then she leans into me, "Yours, Roman," she whispers, without fail. My heart swells with love, with possessiveness too,