Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

"Ooh. So possessive." He bites my ear harder, almost like he's punishing me. In his arms, I allow myself to relax. He's not Roman Hayes, the man who pissed my brother off so badly he won't even talk about him—he's just a man who makes me feel complete. Beautiful. Sexy. In Roman's arms, I'm a goddess. Desirable. Powerful. He puts me on an altar. "Marry me," he murmurs. I chuckle. "You're something else."

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

well I started writing a new book called ECHOED HEARTBEATS, hope you would give it a try and drop your lovely comments below 💜💜 *** contains mature content *** ‘Accept me and I will show you heaven’ he licked his lips with a sexy smirk..... ‘What if I don't' I questioned, turning away..... ‘Then’ he smirked, pulling my face towards his, 'you should know there is no other choice when I am our mate, it is either you willingly give yourself or I take you, either ways, you will be mine’ he growled and I knew I was in danger. My mate was unreasonable and possessive. ***

The host then found an opportunity to ask a question. “Miss Williams, nowadays, women usually want their spouse to be handsome and wealthy, or at least well-off. However, you don’t have any requirements for the man’s financial status and only ask for his loyalty in the relationship. Is that not a bit arbitrary?” “No matter how handsome a man is, he will grow old eventually. As for money, no matter how rich a man is, if he has no feelings for you, he can always find an excuse to leave you with nothing at all.”

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"My father is insisting that I marry someone else. He says it's for the good of the pack." Liam's anger turned to frustration. "And you never told me. You're mine," he said fiercely. "You're my mate. You don't belong to anyone else." Penelope could see the pain and possessiveness in his eyes and it broke her heart. "I know that," she whispered. "But my father doesn't see it that way. He doesn't believe that a werewolf and a Lycan can be mates and we're supposed to be enemies." Liam paced the room, his hands running through his hair. "I won't let him take you from me," he said determinedly. "I'll fight for you, Penelope. I'll fight for us."

Said by others with them. “If you’re the one who has long dreamed of becoming his, of course, Rowan's nights will be happy.” Danish said. I was surprised by their story. It means that the bride is secretly loved by him. I've never seen her, only in television. And she’s beautiful and sexy. I don't think there's anything wrong with her body. Rowan is lucky, and she even looks friendly.

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