Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

She felt the pins give way. “You don’t know what you’ve just agreed to,” he murmured, his voice thick with something dark and heady. Her breath hitched. She licked her lips. “Show me.” A low growl rumbled from his chest before his lips crashed against hers again. The kiss was possessive, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Roman kissed like a man who wanted to own her. And God, she let him. She opened for him, letting him devour her, her body melting against his like she had no control over it.

I laugh. “Yeah… they’re definitely similar.Possessive. Stubborn. Stupid rich. And they just love taking their damn sweet time making moves—as if we don't already know exactly where this is going.I swear to God though—if he doesn’t ask soon,I’ll snap and do it myself.” “Alright grumpy.Let’s go to bed now.” “Night,love ya.” ….. Please like and comment for more chapters.❤️

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

I agreed to marry her just for The Business. My friends looked Happy why my Parents were least Interested. I looked at Elena ans she is looking shocked. She is trying very hard to come in terms with what is happening soo sudden with her Life. Saying I am attracted towards her would be an Understatement. I don't love her but her beauty Excites me. I wanted her the moment I saw her. I will protect and will stay loyal to her. I will care for her. I will protect her from every evil but who will protect her from me? I am very possessive. I am dominant. I love to dominate. I don't like anyone touching my things not even my friends. She have to bare my this side.. From now onwards she is mine to to

I’m not going to deny that one of the things I like about a guy is when their eyes smile too. “I only have one condition,” I said. His eyebrows raised in question. “What is it?” “No kissing.” It took him a few seconds to stare at me, trying to process what I just told him. He may think that if we didn’t kiss mostly in front of those fangirls, they wouldn't believe we were dating. “S-Sure.” He looked away from me. “No kissing.” I couldn’t help but smile in secret as I looked away from him. He looks cute when he’s being shy.

It happened frequently because many of our casual hookups would kill for the chance at becoming our Luna or Beta-female even if it was as a chosen mate. We both agreed that possessiveness was not attractive on the she-wolves we had been with. If it was a mate, hell yes, possessiveness would be hot. Well, at least I thought that. Xander was the type to only deal with she-wolves simply for sexual release. He never offered or wanted more. It did not stop them from trying, but his icy demeanor helped to ward them off after the deed was done. They knew full well what they were signing up for because we always laid it out clearly.

The need to dominate her small and succulent body was more powerful than ever hence the need to take a run and let their wolves be free before going back inside and taking her by force, something they didn’t have any intentions of doing, for now that is. For them, she served as the ideal illustration of a miniature. The Moon goddess was a master at pairing, and they could not have asked for a better mate than their princess. They were filled with such fervor as they visualized molding her in their arms. “After looking for our mate for such a long time, we’ve finally found our mate. It’s just a shame she won’t talk to us, but thankfully for us, this may be fixed right now.” Mason spoke to his

I thought I had warned this stupid mind of mine, to stop thinking about that incident? "Dante can be quite... possessive." Alexa muttered. "A trait you may have found sweet, if you were in love with him." "Yeah..." I nodded. "I hear a lot of girls love dominant and possessive men." I scoffed. "But in reality, men are different from fictional ones. You let them become possessive with you, and they want to have control over every aspect of your life." I rolled my eyes, making her laugh.

Am I in over my head? And yet, despite the unease, a part of her—a twisted, foolish part—was drawn to him. His possessiveness, his dominance, even his anger—it all reminded her of the brooding, dangerous men in the romance novels she devoured late at night. The ones who burned the world down for the women they loved. Hardin. Massimo. The Italian mafia bosses who were equal parts terrifying and irresistible.