Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

" But I'm about to get married to your step ... Brother " As soon as I speak out the words he clenched his jaw sternly. My breath come out in a rasp and I quickly lowered my eyelids to avoid staring into his icy eyes. " Your smile, your passion, your love and your everything belongs to me for you are my true mate. " I couldn't reply him. I tried but failed to find the right word to say. Lycan is definitely a possessive man , I'm sure he wouldn't spare anyone that comes near me. Do I want this type of toxic bond?

He groped my breast, squeezing it tightly, and held my eyes hostage. “I---I d-don’t know, I’ve never done it before.” “I'm glad,” stealing another breath of mine, “the possibility of another man seeing you look like this ruins me, I’m glad you’ve never done it before, I'm a possessive man princess.” His hand moved to touch my back and I felt my bra loosening its grip around me. “You say it like you own me.”

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

A laugh escaped from my lips as I saw the spark of surrender in his eyes. He’s driving me insane because I don’t have him yet. Niko breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. “Don’t ever look at anyone the way you look at me,” I whispered, my throat tightening with possessiveness. “Because if you do… I’ll burn them.”

And everyone wants to be their soulmate. They don't know I'm in love And breaking the curse comes at a cost. The only option is to put it up for auction. Where rich werewolves buy virgins like me. I don't want to go home with anyone. But it turns out that my two of my up-and-coming boyfriends aren't just cool. One of them is a werewolf and one is a vampire.

“I should… mingle. Excuse me.” He left. Much faster than he arrived. Adrian exhaled softly, watching him go. “That was subtle.” Cassian didn’t look away from Damien’s retreating figure. “I don’t do subtle when someone touches what’s mine.” Adrian tilted his head slightly, amused. “What’s yours?” Cassian finally turned to him. “You,” he said simply. “Obviously.” His hand at Adrian’s waist tightened slightly—not painful, just unmistakably claiming. “He was flirting,” Cassian said flatly.

But what she failed to understand was the fact that, The promises made in the phase of immaturity were meant to be broken. _____________________________________ This story will include, obsession, and possessive behavior which might reflect toxic relationship as well. The male lead is an extremely dominant and egoistic person, he's like the type, if she's not mine then she's of no one. He can come out as manipulative, obsessive, psychotic, and maybe abusive as well. So be alert, the story is about anguished love with a touch of obsession and craziness. You will surely love it. Now if anything from the above disturbs you or you don't like to read then you can skip, even though I would love it

“It’s a declaration of ownership. You are mine, Annie. And no one touches what is mine.” He was gone before she could fully process the possessive heat of the statement. Panni stood in the now-silent kitchen, listening to the clock tick. The cold, methodical side of Jinyan—the CEO, the fighter—was dominant, but the brief, soft flicker in his eyes and the choice of words—You are mine—was the romantic undercurrent that made the terror worthwhile.