Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

"And as for the claim I have on you—" Roman leaned in until his nose brushed hers, his scent of cedar and ozone flooding her senses. "—no law of the pack or wall you build can stop me from touching what is mine. Not even you, Rosebud. Your skin belongs under my hands." He pressed his forehead against hers, a silent, primal challenge. Stormy gray clashed with turquoise as his massive arms hauled her flush against his chest in a possessive grip that brooked no argument. Willow’s breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

My mouth opened, but one look from him had me closing it. "Species aside, I don't want to go back to my realm without you. I want you to be my mate and rule by my side." The sexy way he said that, made my knees weak, and my breathing picked up. It only took one glance at his deep black eyes for me to know that he was serious. "You really mean that, don't you?" The astonishment that came out in my tone had my cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

'' His deep and grumpy voice caused something in between her legs to melt. The man executed an aura of a nobleman, everything about him screamed dominance. Black pants with black dress shirt.... he was a sight to behold. Ella lost track of time and her thoughts as she gawked at him. An expensive watch around his wrist, the muscles on his forearm flexed when he grabbed the glass and took it closer to his lips. Those thick and plump lips were made to be kissed. The chiseled cheekbones and the perfect sharp jaw bone made him dangerous. His throat bobbed up and down as he drank the liquor.

he kissed me in my nose, cheeks, and lips then back to my temple. "I was also kidding" I chuckled. "I know, but if ever it happens, I won't let you, you're only mine and mine alone!" Oh how I love his possessive side, I love how he always own me as his girl and in bed. I love how romantic he is when it comes to me, I just love everything that he is.

The mans perfectly sculpted face was as unreadable as it had been before. "You know who I am, yet you fail to understand me", Alpha Grayson replied cryptically. "If you know who I am, then you must know I am not someone who gives up easily. I also don't like letting things go that belong to me". A peculiar wave of anger filled lust washed through me. I was enraged at the man for believing I was his, despite us being mates he had only just met me and already he was treating me as one of his belongings. On the other hand, I was frustratingly turned on by his possessiveness and I wanted to push him to see how far he would go, I wanted him to claim me and send me spiralling through pleasure I kn

He manages to put them on, he takes my hands kissing both of them before he makes me stand up and hugging him. "I'm very sorry, I guess I just don't anyone else looking at you." He rested his head on mine, he's so warm. "Well, these are not going to help!" "They'll know you're mine." "But I'm not." "Yes, you are. And you better get that because no one is going to have you except for me Rina, no one." I've heard of white boys being possessive but this is new to me, that's supposed to piss me off but I just smile at him and I'm tempted to reply with a 'yes daddy' but that's just weird.

Chapter6 “What?”,I reply,clearly shocked. “You heard me, sweetheart. Be my goddamn girl. Officially. I want you all to myself… and I don't want anyone else to get the wrong idea or get too close to what's mine.” I think of it for a while knowing I can say yes but still do whatever I want to.I smile. “Sure.Yes.” His hand moves from my thigh to grip the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss that’s all teeth and possessiveness before he moans against my lips.

“You deserve nothing from me, ragazzo.” I froze. His voice was low. Controlled. But there was something under it, something I couldn’t quite place. “You think a few tears and a trembling lip will make me soft?” he continued, leaning forward. “You’re not here because I like you. You’re here because I own you.” My stomach clenched. God. I hated that word. Own. But I couldn't deny what I feel each time he says it. “You think I didn’t notice?” he said again. “That you enjoy every minute I spend with you like the little slut you are?”

he breathed against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. His kiss was rough, charged with a possessiveness that thrummed through my veins like electricity. He nipped at my bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from me that he took as an invitation, his tongue slipping inside in a bold stroke. His right hand trailed down my side, the warmth of his touch stark against the cool air, until he found the bare skin of my leg. His fingers gripped tightly, pressing into my flesh with a possessiveness that sent shivers racing down my spine.