Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

Daniel looked at her— “They deserve punishment.” 😈 💀 Dark Possessive Moment (Controlled Tone) He leaned closer. Eyes intense. “I’m thirsty…” His voice low— “And I only want what belongs to me… my love.” 🔥 He brushed his fingers lightly over her skin— Not rough. Not wild. But deeply possessive. His touch carried obsession… not chaos. He kissed her forehead slowly. Then her cheek. Holding himself back. Because even in madness— She was still the line he wouldn’t fully cross… without her will. 😏🔥 DONE

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

I sit up, running my hands over his muscular thighs and up to his hard length. He sucks in a breath. “I thought you were going to let me taste you. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come on you again.” “I want to smell like you,” I say, he groans but stands still. I get up on my knees, watching him as I stroke him. He slides his hands into my hair, pulling it away from my face. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do.” I look back at his large, hard length in front of me. I want to do everything with this man, I want him to be mine. It’s a possessive feeling, something deep inside me, something I don’t yet understand, but I think I will the longer we’re here.

“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.

dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on your knees, mehak blushes and he kissed her lips after there love making mehak sleeps in his arms and Ibrahim says to himself you are mine Jaan I will not share you with anyone, not with your stories see what I did for you but you will never gonna know this saying this he gave evil smile just then he feels thirsty, and gets up and goes in the kitchen after taking water when he about to enter in his room he met tai, he smiles and before entering in the room he says

Allow me to be jealous honey, I really love you, and you are mine remember mine only and hardy property" he claims me as his *** We both laugh, and soon we took off he drives to a very beautiful heartbreaking restaurant, "baby, this place is too expensive, and I am sure their food will be also hardy "No, it's not really and even if it's you deserve to be here and more of this my queen he says and kissed my forehead, stepping out first to open the door for me, I feel really happy, and he really treats me like his queen holding each other hands as he's walking me to the place, I looked around to find that people were staring at both of us especially him, but I don't care, they were probably th

“He is my fate.” “Raven!” He groaned. “Do not provoke me. You might think of it as a joke but it is no joke to me! I feel a special connection with you and I do not expect you to be romantically involved with anyone else, be it male or female. You are mine, okay? Mine!” The possessiveness in his voice sent a wave of chills down my spine. “You do know I feel the mate bond with him, right? Not you,” I pointed out and his eyes darkened. “You can just forget I said that.”

He says with a pause, taking a step toward me as he says “But I’m making it mine.” “That sounds healthy.” “Never claimed to be.” “You can’t threaten everyone who hurts my feelings.” “No. Just the ones who put their fucking hands on you.” There he is. Not sweet. Not suddenly soft because he’s apologizing. Still arrogant, possessive and completely fucking Roman. Weirdly, that version is easier to believe than anything polished. He takes one step closer before stopping, leaving enough distance that I could move if I wanted. He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t crowd me. Simply waits.