Romance Novels Possessive Hero Novels & Stories

"It doesn’t matter if I’m attractive to them, because I’m only yours. They can look, but they’ll never have me." Blaze’s lips twitched before he leaned in, pressing a soft, swift kiss against mine. "Yes, you’re only mine. For me to look at. For me to touch. I hate it when somebody else looks at you." I smirked. "Ooh, possessive, are we?" He didn’t hesitate. "Yes. Very. Since you yourself have given me the ownership, I don’t intend to take it lightly." I grinned. "That’s alright, because I mean it when I say—I’m all yours, Blaze."

He kissed her like he wanted to savor every stolen second, like she was a secret too precious to rush. Aria melted, her hands fisting in his shirt as a soft moan escaped her. She broke the kiss with a gasp, guilt clawing at her chest. “I shouldn’t be here.” Damon cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek tenderly. “But you are. Because part of you knows you deserve more than being someone’s possession.” Her throat tightened. “He loves me.” “No,” Damon whispered fiercely. “He owns you. There’s a difference.” His eyes searched hers, burning with conviction. “With me, you’d be free.”

Even if she pretends not to. --- People like to call me obsessive. Possessive. They say it like it’s an insult. It’s not. It’s a compliment from the weak. Because only the powerful know how to truly own someone. Not just their body. Their instincts. Their reflexes. Their silence. Their sin. I own Aphrodite in all the ways that matter. Let Duncan have her flesh. Let him fuck her and call it revenge. What matters is this: > She was mine before she was ever his.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

He whispered. Then, I remembered the reason I needed to talk to him. I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I need your help...please..." I whispered, barely audible. His expression changed. From gentle loving husband to fierce alpha. The difference between the two was subtle at first, but they both radiated strength, dominance, and protectiveness toward me. "Anything for you." I smiled at him but it soon fell when I remembered what I needed his help with. My hand quickly went to the necklace that hung around my neck. Slowly it unraveled until it revealed the pendant underneath.

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract

He stilled, then leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed. She shifted closer, tangling her legs with his, resting one paw over his heart. Rian’s breath hitched, and he pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching—barely. His tail swept forward, looping around her back leg to hold her in place. Possessive. Protective. Tender.

Kat’s eyes danced in mischief as she said, “Possessive? Does this go both ways? Should I find out?” For once I wasn’t jealous or feeling insecure. I knew that I was it for him just like he was for me. I knew he loved me beyond anything and anyone. So, it was just my possessiveness for my husband. My husband. Oh... That single word sounded so ‘mine’ associated with him. He was mine and no one can change that. I said, “You can try but you’ll end up disappointed.” Her eyes widened but before she could reply there was a knock on the door and Raphael peeked in. “Can I come in ladies?”

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