Scorpio Possessive Novels & Stories

But there was something strangely satisfying about the way her world seemed to revolve around that letter now, especially since he held all the control. Damien didn’t understand love. To him, love was just a concept, an excuse people used to tie themselves down, make themselves vulnerable, and give others power over them. He had seen it with his own eyes, had watched his own family fracture and shatter under the weight of so-called “love.” No, love wasn’t something he believed in. The very idea of being vulnerable to someone else was something he despised. Ownership, however—that was different. Ownership was control, stability, certainty. Ownership meant nobody could hurt him because he held

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

Don't get me wrong I'm not into love but seeing her I want to possess her, seeing all those men look at her hungrily on the pole as she twerks got my blood boiling and at that moment I swore to make her mine. After that day, I concluded it had be her last day at the club. I offered the club owner a huge amount of money which he accepted. After that, we had a one-night stand, but I made sure to cum into her as many times as I wanted. I want to tie her down to myself only. I can still remember that night, the feel of her body against mine, her sweet moan, how she squeaks under me, everything about her I want to own.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

However, one part of his sentence stands out to me. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not a possession.” “No, you’re not a possession, that would imply that I own you. What you are, is precious to me. You are mine to love, mine to protect. That’s what I mean when I say you are mine. Well, that and I have no intention of ever letting another man have you. So in that instance, I guess it is rather possessive. But I’m an Alpha, you’ll have to get used to it.”

Yes sir if you need me just yell. Feeling frustrated I sit down and drink some scotch thinking how I'm going to get Star without anyone seeing. Star all I know is you will be mine no matter how long it takes you will be my queen and give me my heir, and we will rule the underworld together controlling every supernatural being and human around here once in for all. Julius POV

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

Her breath came shallow and quick, her pulse hammering against my thumb where it pressed lightly at her throat. “I don’t like when you runaway from me,” I murmured, studying the fear in her eyes, the way it warred with something else she tried desperately to hide. “But you would. And I might have to punish you.” Her lips trembled. She shook her head just faintly, like denial might undo the weight of my words. “You belong to me, Scarlet,” I continued, voice low, commanding, threaded with a cruel amusement. “Your time, your breath… and now—” my gaze dragged deliberately over her, slow and possessive, before locking on her lips “—your body.”

And it's all because of this crazy bitch Amanda. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. No one takes what is mine and go scot-free. I chuckled within me tired of crying. She might die soon! I thought within me.