Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes Novels & Stories

And I knew I should be scared because he wasn’t just saying these things, I knew he would carry them out like they were the easiest job in the world but fear when I’m with Enzo has stopped existing. “It actually shows how jealous and possessive you are.” I said amidst laughter, his shoulder pushed up in a shrug, his head tilting to the side as he kissed me again. “You don’t know the half of it, Maeve Hawthorn,” he breathed into my mouth, his glassy eyes looking as though they were searching for something in mine. “I’m a very jealous man, and possessive of whatever belongs to me. I won’t deny that, it’s what makes me… Me.” He finished, and I couldn’t help that my body flinched.

"Are you jealous Jennifer?" "In our dreams , Im annoyed . Theres a difference" "Is there?" He reached out , his fingers grazing the back of my neck, sending a olt of electicity down my spine "You looked like a Queen defending her throne there... it was... impressive." I turned around , trapped between his body and stone railing. "This isn't a throne , Lombardi. Its a cage . We're both ust golden birds in Romano and Christopher's collection." His gaze dropped to my lips , and for a second , the air between us stilled.The arrogance was gone , replaced by a raw , hungry tension that made my beath hitch. He leaned in, his shadow overlapping mine.

"I'm just reminding you, you said they were stupid, but now you're being fooled by those stupid creatures. Why are you like that? Wake up... you're just curious about her, nothing more!" "It seems that I once said that I was never interested in you," Aaron replied in a cold voice, he looked at Tifanny with a sharp look. "Aren't you just jealous of her? A powerful being like you being defeated by an ordinary human, you're just jealous. And again ... I'm not curious about her, if I was just curious I would have stopped after fucking her for the second time." Aaron's low voice sounded very annoying in Tifanny's ears, the woman was already clenching her hands tightly, Aaron always managed to win

“Should I be jealous?” “What?” Heat flooded my cheeks. “No! Of course not!” A nervous laugh broke free, and his smirk turned into a full, insanely seductive smile. “Good,” he all but purred, “because I realized I have become more and more possessive when it comes to you. When the bond snaps in place, I may even kill every man who looks at you.” I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the grin from parting my lips. “Goddess, you're impossible.”

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

It was the smile of someone who’d stacked the deck and then enjoyed watching the other man play his hand. “All according to plan,” she murmured, her voice laced with venom and sweetness in equal measure. “To make you obsessed with La Rosa Nera while guilty over your innocent wife. Every possessive touch, every furious kiss, you were never divided, Dante. You were always mine. You just didn’t know it.” My jaw clenched. My pulse thundered. She was right. I hated that she was right. And I loved it more than anything. She leaned closer, eyes burning into mine. “Don’t think you’re alone in this kind of love. I’m just as mad. Just as possessive. Just as obsessed with you. Maybe more.”

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

“Why do something myself when I’ve got wolves who love me enough to do the dirty work? Plus, if I handled it myself, there’d be nothing left of them.” He whistles low, clearly impressed. “So violent.” “Don’t act like you’re any better,” I shoot back. “You’re just sneakier with your possessiveness.” “Babe, I don’t hide it. Never have.” I glance over at him, serious for half a beat. “Fine. I am jealous. And possessive. And I don’t want any bitchy she-wolf near what’s mine.” His eyes darken, and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. “Good.”

Damon and Luciana didn’t rush the things and enjoyed their newly started life. As time kept on passing Damon’s love for Luciana also kept on increasing. Even after her trying her best but the possessiveness he has for her was still there. He becomes jealous easily and in this condition of his, Luciana has to face either his sulking face or his aggressiveness. Last time he even kissed her in public just because one guy smiled at her. But Damon being Damon became jealous right away and just to show that she’s his he kissed the hell out of her.

he remarks, his tone almost intrigued. A bitter laugh escapes me. "You haven't been around me enough to see anything." He nods slowly, acknowledging my point. "But if I had, would I have seen this side of you?" I shake my head, unable to deny the truth. "No," I admit reluctantly, the weight of my emotions heavy on my shoulders. Leaning forward, he probes further. "So what is it about this woman that has you so jealous and possessive, especially when you have one of the most beautiful women in New York wearing your ring?"