Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

I smirked, holding his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, “Is that what you consider me?” “You feel like one.” I retorted, licking my lips temptingly, “Like you want to own my body, my heart, my soul.” He leaned down dangerously closer, wrapping his hand firmly around my throat. His eyes darkened with longing. “Am I not allowed to desire what I already deserve?” He pressed his lips upon mine possessively, dominating the movement. I tried to kiss back but he squeezed my throat harder, purloining my breaths.

You could say I no longer saw him as the man who was threatening me but as the man who I met last night. Once close, one hand buried itself in my hips and pulled me flush against him. "Now you are mine and mine only...You are my possession." I wasn't sure if it was the dominant way he phrased it or the husky, firm voice he used, but his words aroused something...a desire of some sort. And I couldn't discard the fact that my heart throbbed frantically behind my chest, much like two years ago when I had been in a totally different situation with a totally different guy.

Under the fine fabric of my gown my nipples ached, and I felt my thighs dampening. Without meaning to I was pushing my body against him. He dropped his hand down and caressed the outside lines of my hips. Reaching around he scooped my rear and pulled me firmly against him. Giving a possessive growl as he nipped my lower lip. Giving it a wicked tug before his eyes landed on mine. His forehead dropping to touch mine. “You’re mine, Girl. You just don’t know it yet.” “I’m not so easy as that.” “Fine.” He kissed me again. Pulling away after a minute. “The harder it is to win, the more worth it to possess.”

“Of course. He is taller than I am, with curly brown hair, dreamy blue eyes and he is nice to me. Loves me and my demons. Messes with me sometimes but…” Someone other than I messed with him? I was the only one allowed to mess with him. The hell. Anger simmered in my veins, fingers curling into fists, and the urge to ask for the bastard’s name consumed me. But I was doing too much. All this possessiveness was because of the mate bond and that bloody sweet scent that drove me insane. “Enough about my man…” “Your man!” I scoffed, appalled that he had called him his man.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

"It doesn’t matter if I’m attractive to them, because I’m only yours. They can look, but they’ll never have me." Blaze’s lips twitched before he leaned in, pressing a soft, swift kiss against mine. "Yes, you’re only mine. For me to look at. For me to touch. I hate it when somebody else looks at you." I smirked. "Ooh, possessive, are we?" He didn’t hesitate. "Yes. Very. Since you yourself have given me the ownership, I don’t intend to take it lightly." I grinned. "That’s alright, because I mean it when I say—I’m all yours, Blaze."

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

he asked softly as he wiped my tears. "I love you so much, you also never leave me," I said while sobbing. "No way," he said with a smile. "But, aren't you tired of having a possessive husband like me, hm?" "No, I love you very much, I will always love you, Deffin Wirata, my husband, you have always been my beloved possessive Young Master." ~The end~ * * * * That is all and thank you****

I moaned loudly as his fingers skillfully pleasured me, making me wetter with each movement. "Fuck," he moaned and turned me over. He slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me possessively and hungrily. I held onto his head and ground my body against his. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, then he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. As I held his gaze, I noticed he held so many emotions in his eyes, but the one that stood out was possession. "I own you," he said, and I gulped, not out of fear, but because of how my body reacted to his words. "You are mine," he added, and I gulped again. "I…" he wanted to say something, but then he stopped and sighed.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.