Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

It wasn't just aggressive desire anymore—it was a heavy, intoxicating male possessiveness that seemed to coat the very walls around us. Roman stood behind me, his massive chest flushed against my bare back. He didn’t touch me with his hands, but his future Alpha aura wrapped around me like a physical weight. I could see our reflection in the polished glass: me, flushed and trembling in the short blue satin dress, my dark hair a wild mess; and him, standing towering and rigid, his silver eyes fixed unblinkingly on the reflection of my neck. Right there, my wolf hummed, practically baring her throat in the mirror. That's where his teeth belong.

"The High Council thought they found a safe haven behind a royal charter. By sunrise tomorrow, I will own the debt of the very bank holding that safe-deposit box. If they want to play with old-world rules... I will simply buy the kingdom." He didn't wait for me to answer. He tilted my chin up with his thumb, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that turned my bones to water, and slammed his mouth against mine. The kiss was slow, deep, and fiercely possessive—an absolute declaration of war against anyone who thought they could reach through his perimeter to touch me. I sighed into his mouth, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling his massive frame down until I was comp

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

“I will continue to have you under me. - He said. - No one can have you. - He growled. – And I want to keep it that way. - Said Kurayami. - You... - Tried Dark-Dragon... What he couldn't get out of that iron grip. - The only. - growled. Even though he could handle all the villains and heroes alike, but as he belatedly realized that Kurayami was possessive and was... in love. Possession... As he was knowing as a dictator, he would do anything to have anything in his possession when he wanted it, including having sex with it. - No... - He tried to speak. - Did anyone else touch you? - He growled. - Calm down. - He said. “No one else has touched me. - It would be very beneficial for you. - Said

“You were so sweet. And strong. I remember thinking, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d totally steal you away.” Okay, bitch. That’s not on the script. See how you steal this. Something hot flares in my chest and I grab Dante’s face without thinking. My palm slides across his jaw, fingers digging in just a little as I pull him down—and kiss him. Hard. It’s not soft or romantic or sweet. It’s a claim. He’s fucking mine. Teeth and tongue and possessive rage, and I make damn sure she sees it. His hands land on my waist instantly, gripping as if he’s seconds from fucking me against the glass.

He had left. “Are you there?” “Yeah.” I prayed to the heavens that he was jealous or feeling some type of way from seeing how I was with Trent. Maybe that would make him realize that he was making a big mistake. Anthony was a possessive man. Even when we were still friends, he always acted too territorial in some ways that made me feel like a dumb schoolgirl crushing on a dumb boy.

It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman. Without realising a small smile appeared on her lips feeling so happy and special. The man who resisted the temptation of so many women was crazily wanted to have her. Only her. Because like he said. For him. She's the only one. His love. His princess. His queen. Her smile widened even more while entering the bathroom happily. Meanwhile. "Damon are you sure. Because this plan is seriously too much dangerous." Ryan said while Ken and Maxwell nodded their heads in affirmation.

"I'm never letting you go. Not again." "You keep saying that." "Because I keep meaning it." I look up at him. "What about the others? Haruto? Julian?" He's quiet for a moment. His hand traces patterns on my back. "They're part of this. I know. And I'm learning to be okay with that." He pauses. "But right now. In this moment. You're mine." "I'm always yours, Marcus. Just not only yours." "I know." He kisses my forehead. "Half of you is better than none. But I'll always want more."

Her heart was beating rapidly as a playful smile escaped his lips. "Of course, my love." He presses his lips onto her. Her lips was ever so sweet, he had never gotten tired of tasting them. Parting was the hardest part, Clara had to be the one doing so. "I love you, don't you ever forget that." He put both of his hands on her cheeks. Clara closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of his body. He removed his hand and touched her shoulder, wrapping his strong arms around her, gradually moving it around her back. Yet his grip remained firm and possessive. He wanted to mark her, to share to the world who she belonged to. Clara was his. Only his. "I love you too, Raphael."

She needed to prepare herself both physically and mentally. "You're saying you never slept with any woman before?" She asked and he slightly nodded. "I've always longed for you." He said and pecked her lips and then her left cheek making her automatically close her eyes. She gulped and felt very weird in her stomach. A man like him...A mafia king like him has never slept with anyone. To think he waited for her all this time and is still somehow asking for her consent had her stomach go butterflies.