Novel & Cerita Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead

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."

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,

His request was merely to have the one thing he couldn’t get by dragging around and that was my consent and I refuse to give it to him. He could gloat about owning me all he wanted but deep down he knew it was a lie and all he had taken, he stole. You can’t claim full ownership over something if you have to force everything from them. “You don’t own me. You can shove your dick into me and make me moan your name but I’ll never be yours, Dante, never.” I spat at his face and his eyes adopted the darkest shade of black I’ve ever seen. His grip on my hair tightened and he slammed me into his table, drawing out a pained moan from me but I didn’t stop. If I couldn’t harm him with my strength, I’d

I clenched my jaw looking at his annoying face. “Too bad, that news you heard is kinda old. And maybe she does have a certain type and Japanese are not in her line. Or maybe you’re too late?” I replied smiling as I turned my back on him and followed Amaya to her meeting room. Looking at their old childhood photos earlier made me realize that this Xihizo guy can be possessive. He’s quite clingy towards Amaya in most of the photos they have together and I think I am better than that. I wouldn’t deny having such a history but the fact that I had managed to keep that under control and be even aware of it is my advantage. Besides, what I am doing right now, isn’t possessiveness it’s protecting th

She wondered; this man was the most confusing one she’d met. At first when she saw his true nature, she’d hated the moon goddess for pairing her with such a jackass, he might be good-looking, but he had an unwelcome character, one that would repel any she-wolf. But now, after seeing him that day, after seeing the fear in his eyes, he looked so terribly frightened of losing her, of losing something that belonged to him, like he was familiar with the pain of losing something so dear to him before, and he was scared of experiencing that pain all over again. She knew that there must be a reason for this; his possessive nature didn’t come naturally, something must have caused it. She recalled Cia

He roared to his Beta when he noticed him approaching us. While Gia purred in my head, enjoying our mate's possessiveness over us, I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. Male wolves & their damn possessiveness had always irritated me. Yes, I was his mate, but as his mate, I was his equal, & he was mine. If I allowed him to believe that it was fine to act this possessive over me towards his own Beta, there was no telling how he might act towards Dimitri when he realized it was his scent on me. No, I had to stop this behavior in its tracks before it was inflicted upon my friends. Ronan could handle his Alpha's temper, but I doubt Dimitri could.

“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.”

His eyes flashed, and that possessive smile spread across his face, "Good." "Good?" "Very good." He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "That means I'm the only one who's ever kissed you. The only one who ever will kiss you. I'll be the only one allowed to touch these lips." The possessiveness in his voice should've scared me. I should have ran. Instead, it made my wolf purr and my stomach do weird flipping things. Before I could respond, Dante stiffened. His head tilted slightly, and I realized someone was mindlinking him.