Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

“ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before licking her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ ***** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle of this story. For those who are sensitive of DARK ROMANCE, you can choose to stop reading this or continue. Thank you!

"If you don't want me to go near any female and apply the same rule on you as well. Because if I find you close to any male mother than my liking then you will find with other females more than your liking." . I gasped at his threat. And people say that we werewolves are possessive for our mates. . "Promise me that you will maintain distance with every male.", He insisted. "Promise me that." . I frowned at him, surprised by his possessive nature. The way he was asking to promise this stupid thing made me wonder why was he behaving so strangely? The desperation in his voice was hard to ignore. I was not among those women who would let any male come close to me. Did he consider characterless?

His words sent my earlier scheduled plan of seducing my brother-in-law for revenge straight into the trashcan. New Hope has certainly shown me a different side of Roman. A side I'd never seen. “You’re a little possessive, you know that?” Roman’s lips curved, but his gaze didn’t soften.“No, love. I’m a lot possessive. And now you know.” My chest rose and fell, heat flooding my cheeks.

Rose's laughter echoes, musical and sweet, "In more ways than one," she adds, her voice so neat. Her whisper hints at secrets untold, "I think he wants more than just business to hold." My arm wraps around her, possessive and tight, "His loss," I remind her, "your gain, my delight." Rose's smile fades for a moment, reflective and pale, Then she leans into me, "Yours, Roman," she whispers, without fail. My heart swells with love, with possessiveness too,

She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

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.”

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

Well, you must be thinking about me having my own boyfriend. Unfortunately, I don't have any. Roman and I broke up a long time ago. Unlike Dominic, Roman was such an ass, always wanting things to be done in his own way, possessive. I mean, I like when someone is possessive about me, but his own was too much. I did even have the chance to talk with any Male friends and he would often get mad at times, when I talk with girls for a given time. He smoked, drank , cheated. But nothing I did could change him.

I stared at him gently and yet softly. “I owe you big time,” I said subtly. He looked at me while asking me why. “It’s because you make me feel fucking good, just like a woman should!” “Give me more of your goddamn pussy, boo!” he requested while I spread my legs wider. And wider! And wider! And wider! Just until my pussy dripped of water and I couldn’t take it any longer. Romance never had to be about sex; it was just about two souls, two hemispheres, who would come together to be one.

Wanted romance and softness and all that bullshit that made men weak. Not Isabella. She'd come to him desperate. Broken over that mafia prince who'd thrown her away. And Dante had given her exactly what she needed....brutal, degrading, dirty. The kind of fucking that made you forget about everything else. The kind of fucking where a man could use a woman's body like his own personal toy and she'd come back for more.