Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes

“I can smell how wet you are.” Her smile doesn’t waver, but her nails dig into my arm through my tux sleeve. “Keep talking and I’ll ‘accidentally’ knee you in front of every photographer in New York.” I chuckle darkly and kiss her cheek for the cameras. “Try it. I’ll fuck you in the coatroom and make you walk back out with my cum running down your legs.” The possessiveness roaring through my veins is new. Violent. I’ve had women. Plenty of them. None ever made me feel like this, like I’d burn the world down if another man so much as breathed near her.

He stilled, nostrils flaring. It hit him like a slap. Kalmin and Nuri. Their scent clung thick to the bedding, tangled with heat, lust, and something possessive that made Rian's stomach twist. The reminder of what he didn't have. What he might never have. He let out a low, frustrated snarl and shoved himself to the far side of the bed, ears flattening as he tried to shake off the scent, the jealousy, the raw ache gnawing at his chest. ‘He couldn’t even wash the damn pelts…’ His tail lashed behind him, fur bristling with irritation as he curled tight, muzzle resting against his paws.

“A little. You’re jealous. Over a lesbian, Renzo.” His mouth twisted, not in humor, but in a dark promise, low and lethal. “I wasn’t joking. No one touches what’s mine. Not even those who cannot give me competition.” My smile widened, fascinated instead of afraid. Aroused even. “Possessive. Dangerous. You’re exactly my type.” I told him with a wink. Don’t save me, I don’t wanna be saved.😝

He searched my face like he was trying to see through the wall I had built. "You're irresistible when you're jealous." "I'm not jealous," I said sharply. Maybe jealousy wasn't quite the word. Maybe I was just...possessive, pissed to see something that belongs to me in the hands of another. But was Dante really mine to begin with? Fuck! I blame this fake marriage and the fucking ring on my finger. I had already started to fool myself. Dante moved closer, his fingers grazing the tie of my robe. I sucked in a breath, body already responding to the heat of his touch. It was maddening, how easily he could make me unravel.

“I’m a jealous man, and I don’t think I could handle your work. I would support and cheer for you, but knowing men had magazines of you in lingerie on their nightstands or that hundreds of thousands of people were watching you strut down a runway on national television practically naked…” I knew I sounded like an ass, but it was better to be honest than to try to suck it up and end up draining her of her enjoyment of her career throughout a relationship. “I like a possessive man.” Giana purred, running her hand up my chest, letting her fingertips play with my beard before she let it slide back down to the waistband of my pants. “But, you’re right. It never would have worked.” "I've been told

I don't even care that I was cheated on anymore. She's still mine, she's always been. And she will continue to be mine, even if Damon gets to keep her. I mean... especially if he gets to keep her. I know Damon is never jealous about me because, just like he's always repeating, he considers me his possession, not his opponent. There's no competition in his head, because he's already won. Knowing I'm the only jealous one has always just made everything worse for me, but when it comes to this, I think I can take advantage of it. I know I'll always have an opening here, in their relationship.

She had never felt jealousy towards Johannes’s behavior when they were together. When she imagined Alex with someone else though, she felt extremely jealous and possessive. She didn’t know why, but she did not want to be treated the same way as his past lovers. She wanted to be special. Maybe they had gotten married like most everyone else, for political reasons, but she was growing extremely fond of him. She didn’t want him to take other lovers as other aristocratic men did, she wanted him to be faithful.

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

I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices. A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other. He was MY MATE. Grrrrr. “C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape. I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger.

"You're jealous." "I'm possessive," he corrected, his voice dropping to a growl. "There's a difference. Jealousy makes you weak. Possession makes you dangerous." Harper's fingers tightened on her phone. She could feel the evidence of her arousal between her thighs, the lace of her panties suddenly too damp and...constricting. "You have no claim on me," she whispered, but the words lacked conviction. "Don't I?" He sounded amused again, but his tone was darker now. "You came on my fingers, Harper. You begged me to make you come. That's a claim, darling. A permanent one."