Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes Novels & Stories

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

"I hated it. I found the girl nice, and she barely got close to you. But even so, when I thought she had already kissed you... that she had already touched you, I wanted to tear those hairs out of her!" "You got jealous," he smiled, convinced, moving closer to her. "You're mine, baby! I can't stand the idea of anyone doing to you what you do with me. I suffocate just thinking about you doing with another woman what you do with me," she said, panting, touching his chest. "No one does that with me, Kath," he affirmed, taking one of her hands and placing it on his fully erect penis inside his dress pants. It was very exciting to see her jealous like that. This kind of possessiveness was very we

Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss on my neck and traced those kisses up my ear, causing a satisfying shiver to travel up my spine. “Why were you with him? Lorenzo.” He asked, jealousy thick in his voice. “Are you jealous?” I teased. “No.” He denied, pulling me closer than I already was, crashing his lips hungrily against mine. I reciprocated with equal hunger as we smothered our lips against each other with intense passion. I missed him. “I would never let anyone else have you. You are mine.” He declared possessively as he pulled away from the kiss. “I would make sure of that.”

My enemy for that matter. Fueled by the ravaging jealousy that coursed through my veins, I glared hot daggers at the dancing couple. No. My Elle and Edward. They were not a couple. They will never be and I would rather be dead that see the day those two were together. She was mine. Only mine. My possessive thoughts were alien but at the same time felt right. I had every right to be possessive over my soulmate. Even if it meant burning the hands he used to touch her till they were charred and there was nothing left of them.

Dante. “She really went through with it, I guess I owe you $10k.” Enzo mused, staring at the newlywed in shock. “I’ll never understand these innocent girls have for men like Kaden, it’s like a wolf keeping a sheep as a pet.” He was right, while I understood the appeal of opposites attracting, the couple before us looked like a tragedy waiting to happen and we all knew who the victim would be. I never understood why people would put themselves in such a vulnerable situation in the name of love. Kaden was like an exposed live wire, the smallest stimulation would result in an uncontrollable explosion, and boy did he love to explode.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling hot. “He asked you out.” He stated. I wanted to roll my eyes, I wanted to taunt him but I didn’t. “And so what? I’m a single beautiful women in her youth. What did you expect?” I retorted. That only seemed to aggravate him further. “You’re not single. You know it so don’t fucking test me.” I don’t bother trying to hide it. I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his jealousy. “Well, I am to him. To everyone in this company. I am single and so what? We don’t share a romantic or sexual relationship so why can’t I want to go out with him? I can and might just..”

I didn’t let him finish, I pushed him toward his desk and clutched his jacket and looked him in the eye. “You’re mine, do you hear me?” I said as jealousy reared its head. I didn’t like that someone else liked my mate. The possessiveness I was feeling was scary. I wanted to gouge out the eyes of every woman that peeks at him. Pulling him down by his jacket, I stood on my toes and placed my lips on his, trying to kiss him dominantly as he does to me. But he quickly took control and kissed me ferociously making my core clench with want.

"I just… I got so angry. The thought of you sending him anything, after everything we are…" "You don’t even trust me," I whisper, the realization a deeper, more intimate wound than any slap. This wasn’t just about protecting our secret. It was about jealousy, about control. He impersonated me. He poured gasoline on a situation that was already a five-alarm fire. "You have a boyfriend while being married to me," he counters, as if that justifies it all.

“But protecting what’s mine does.” There it was—that possessive fire again. The thing that made her want to slap him and kiss him in the same breath. “I’m not a vase,” she said. “You don’t get to put me on a shelf and call that protection.” He didn’t touch her. Didn’t have to. His presence surrounded her like a storm. “I didn’t want this marriage,” he said. “But now that it’s done, I won’t let you get yourself killed just to prove a point.”

I said quietly, though my voice was trembling. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied immediately. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear him. “I am jealous,” he admitted bluntly. “You are my mate. You belong to me and to Ronan. Seeing strangers watch you like that… hearing them talk about you…” His jaw clenched tightly “It makes me want to tear this entire pack house apart.” His possessive words made my tummy flutter, heat rising to my cheeks as I felt a familiar ache in-between my legs.