Novel & Cerita Romance With Possessive Males

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.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

A vow more binding than any ceremony. Ronan smiled against my wet skin, a low, possessive sound rattling in his throat. "Mine alone. No one else touches this. No one else fucks this. No one else owns you but me." His hands slid up to my shoulders, pinning me down as he slammed into me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping hole with brutal precision. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart soar even as my body burned with pleasure. "You're mine, Zane. Say it."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

"Since you're sad you're getting married to him because you don't know a thing about him, I could help you with a little bit of information. "Well, Ryan's a gentle guy - perhaps. I mean, he can be really gentle. But just one rule - don't get him angry. He can be really nasty and dangerous when he's angry; like; he acts crazy. "He's a snub - 100% - and is very full of himself - no doubt. He always wants things done his way and any other person who opposed automatically becomes his enemy. "He can be sweet - perhaps - although, I've never seen him act sweet towards anybody not after he broke up with Naomi."

She gave me a no bullshit look that caused me to shut up. "Don't try to deny it girl. Even a blind man can see it. Your mate is practically growling at anyone. He can hardly tolerate women let alone men. Even I am restricted from meeting you.Only male wolves get this kind of possessive when they get their mates recently.In your case you got an Alpha King .Which means it is going to be ten times worse". "Ah Zander possessive about me? You got all that wrong. That dude does not leave any chance to annoy the crap out of me".

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

He took out a canister of scotch and poured a drink, then he sipped it, running his tongue over the rim seductively as he raked his eyes over me from head to toe. " You are definitely a trouble. You're stubborn, you're challenging, but above all, a beautiful trouble." He brushed his thumb over my lips and kissed the other side of my mouth. I was getting hot from his touch. Why was I reacting this way? I just met this guy and he already had my body reacting to him. " You are my woman rather you want to be or not. You see, Piccola Princesspessa. I am your betrothed. I came to America to get you and you will be my bride."

“Then what do you think it is?” I took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “Well, from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t feel like… romance. Adam looks at Aria like… well, like he’s responsible for her. Like he would do whatever it took to protect her. But there’s no… I don’t know… possessiveness, if that makes sense?” Dante clenched his fists, his expression unreadable, though I could see the hurt beneath the surface. “So he’s just her… what? Her knight in shining armour?”

"You think you can just snap your fingers and I'll come running? You and Roman have been circling each other like dogs for months, and I'm done being the prize you both want to piss on." Roman let out a dark, mocking laugh, stepping closer until the three of them were a tight knot of aggression. "She's right, Jax. You've always been too goddamn possessive for your own good. You want to own her pussy, and you want to own me, too. But you don't have the balls to admit what you really want."