Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

I asked, “Where are you taking me?” The lock turned in place and had my heart jolting. And even though I was already fearing the answer, it still had me panicking. “Where it all started,” Dante said, meeting my gaze. “Where else, little sister?” ____ A. Gupta Please comment and press the pretty gems!! I always write possessive dark heroes who can't let anyone touch their women, but this is my first MMMF DARK ROMANCE, hope you all are loving it!!

Lucas's tongue teased, caressing Velia's lips and playing in the corners of her sweetness. A hint of a smile emerged. Velia invited Lucas to enter, and she greeted him with a sensual trap. Lucas groaned as Velia ensnared his tongue with a tantalizing suck, causing a surge of excitement. It felt electrifying and brought forth an unbearable tension. Velia tilted her face, creating a position that allowed her to savor Lucas's tongue even deeper. Like a beautiful predator, she did not want her prey to escape her trap so easily. The rhythm was gentle, sultry, and melodic. Velia shattered Lucas's self-esteem with feminine touches that overwhelmed his masculinity.

"Don't pretend like you don't know, it will only get me very upset. And I don't like to be upset, I do the worst things when I'm upset." "Yes, I know of it. You sent disgusting messages of poems to me. You disgust me now." "My love, I don't want you to disgust me." "But you do. I hate you now and I can never love you if you think so." "I will make you love me." "How do you intend on doing that?" I asked. "Possessive romance." Yet again, as he said those words, I had chills. "You enjoyed him take you that night. You sucked his cock and you asked him to fuck you hard. I want that to be me now."

“You mean, you wouldn’t like to see him with another woman?” “Well, I prefer my husband all to myself. I am a little possessive.” Another truth. I might not love Damien, or even care about him much. But I would hate to see him with another woman. I was a little too jealous and possessive. But that was fine, since Damien was the same. After all, he told me to never dance for another man again. I could dance only for him. Damien did not know this, but when he said it, it made me feel thrilled. I was always fascinated by men who knew what they wanted and made sure only they had it. To be frank, I preferred a possessive man to an easy-going one.

Andra stared at him, lips slightly ajar at the intensity of his words. "Knowing all I stand for, will you do me the honor of becoming truly becoming mine?" Andra didn't hesitate. She needed a man who would shower her with attention and not leave her to her devices. She knew that now, and she considered herself lucky to have found him. "Yes." she replied with all your heart. "Yes Dominic James, I will be yours." The words had barely left her mouth when his lips crashed down on hers, claiming her with a possessive kiss.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

And I’m tired of pretending I’m not allowed to want things, too. “You selfish bitch,” Nuri hissed, her voice shaking with rage. “You waited until I was asleep because you knew I’d never approve.” ‘I didn’t need your approval,’ Tempest replied, unbothered. ‘I used my body. And I bonded with my mate. Rian is mine, Nuri. Kalmin is yours and you had him, what, three times? I told you it was making me crazy with all the pent-up sexual tension, and you ignored me.’

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“What will happen if I marry a man that does not love me?” “Yes, ma’am,” she said gently. “I don’t know what to say about that but—” “But what?” I asked quickly. “Talk. I’m prepared for anything.” She sighed quietly before speaking. “Okay, ma.” “Dante is a man with a lot of girls. A lot of women want to be with him because he is handsome, wealthy, and he will soon be an Alpha.” My heart sank slowly. “It is said that he flirts very well,” she added carefully.

I just wanted to leave this mansion and Emilio's life! I don't want fancy clothes or shoes. "How did Mr Romano win you over this time?" She suddenly blurted out, her tone hinting jealousy. "Excuse me?" I asked, perplexed by her comment. The lady huffed and folded her arms across her chest, "Don't act surprised. He is Emilio Romano, fucking rich and hot. He switches girls like it's a normal thing for him. Each month he brings in at least more than a score of girls here. And it always gets me confused. I mean do you all not know that he is just with you for your body? How does he woo you all into becoming cheap for him or do you all just willingly give yourself to him and become one of his tro