Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

“He has no right. None. He lost that right the second he stuck his dick in her.” Roman kisses the side of my neck, slow and possessive. “He never had any rights. You’re mine. Say it.” “I’m yours,” I breathe, anger and heat mixing together. “But I’m also furious. They’re sitting there acting like they’re saving me.” He pulls out slowly, both of us hissing, then turns me to face him. His eyes are still dark with rage, but there’s that dangerous spark I love. “Let them talk. We’ll burn them later. Right now I need to feel you come again so I remember exactly why I’m willing to destroy everything for you.”

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

I sighed, leaning my head against the window, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. We passed a couple, going past the main city park, a man on one knee proposing to a woman. She shook her head yes before jumping on him and kissing him. I smiled. I love real love the romance. It's all I've ever wanted. I wanted it with Damon, but he has never shown me any interest. I thought watching the couple as we passed. Realization dawned on me and ice filled my vain. Damon was aggressive, not angry, aggressive, but almost feral aggressive, uncontrollable aggression. There are two women in his living room. What if Damon found his mate? What if Damon found her and had not yet marked her or been marke

He let go of my shirt, but he didn't move back. "You want to be the Golden Boy so bad," Jax murmured, his voice softening into something dangerous. "But you’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off the liability." I looked at him, the anger and the attraction finally blurring into one singular, desperate point. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to scream. But mostly, I just wanted silence.

"Even when you're swollen with my child, I’ll fuck you rough and keep you filled with my cum so the whole fucking world knows who you belong to.” He plummeted deep and hard into her raw pussy, punctuating his filthy, possessive words with heavy grunts. Rosa had never felt so intensely turned on in her entire life. His dominance was hot, but his feral jealousy and total possessiveness were on a completely different level, and she loved him like this. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop... I need you to cum inside me! Give it to me, Luciano, give me everything you have!” she cried out.

His eyes bore into mine, a mix of anger and something else — something more primal. “Because you’re mine, Genevieve,” he hissed, his voice fierce and possessive. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine. Not for anyone. Not even for Catherine.” My eyes flashed with defiance. “You don’t own me, Roman,” I shot back, my voice sharp, slicing through the tension like a knife. “I’m not some object you can control or keep around when it’s convenient. If you think I’ll stay and watch her come back into your life, you’re wrong. Dead wrong.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

The air crackled with tension as we stood on the cusp of an unspoken connection, a bond that transcended words and defied logic. But as fate would have it, before I could utter a word, a striking woman materialized at his side, her presence exuding possessiveness and warning. A sinking feeling gripped my chest as the reality dawned upon me - my mate was already entwined in a love I could never break. Caught in a whirlwind of duty and longing, I stood frozen in place, the weight of my decision heavy upon my shoulders. Would I resign myself to fate or defy the very fabric of destiny to fight for a love seemingly forbidden?

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one 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.