Novel & Cerita Scorpio Possessive

His hands were in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, tilting my head back so he could deepen the kiss. I gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of me. He tasted like whiskey and something darker, more dangerous. "Mine," he growled against my lips. "You're fucking mine, Scarlet." The possessiveness in his voice should have alarmed me. It should have reminded me of Lucas and control and all the ways I'd sworn never to belong to anyone again. Instead, it sent heat pooling low in my belly, making my core clench with need.

Who won’t take shit and can defend herself. “I call dibs.” I roll my eyes at him and give him a look. He just shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. Well, the joke is on him. If anyone is calling dibs, it is me. I saw her first. Yes, I am a possessive bastard when it comes to what is mine, and I don’t fucking share what is mine. Any other woman, yeah, sure. But this little tiger is mine and mine alone. “We shall see, brother.” I say, standing and rolling my sleeves as I move towards the door of the office and make my way into the corridor. The base vibrates through the floor as I walk with the purpose of finding my little tiger.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Richmond Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Charlie suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Charlie’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

He didn’t just want to kill; he wanted to dominate, to claim, to possess what had never belonged to him. The Moongoddess’s essence. Ester. I tightened my jaw, letting the wolf beneath my skin growl low, a restrained warning. He would not touch my mate. Not while I drew breath, not while this pack still had claws to sink into. “Scout reports,” I said, shifting slightly to glance at the treeline. Nut’s voice crackled in my mind, precise and controlled.

The real Scorpio! It was hard for them to see Scorpio in front of them, but it was even harder for them to live when they offended her. Scorpio's power isn't just strong in her own country but in several other countries as well. There's a lot of people asking her in the underworld and paying money and bitcoin to her when they are buying information. Not only that, all of her information was not just a hoax or baseless claim but all fact. That's the reason she gained this kind of reputation in the underworld.

"Anything?" "You heard me correctly the first time, baby," Griffin shoved deeper into her, met her thrusts, and kept it up when Scarlett's energy was leaving her body. She was in heaven. "I'm your Daddy. I will give you everything you want, Scarlett. All I ask for in return is you." "Me?" "Tell me who you belong to." Scarlett shuddered. The possessiveness in Griffin's voice was impossible to ignore, yet it thrilled her more than it scared her. And she knew, without a doubt, that this incredibly wealthy man owned her.

And then, Alpha Juno handed over a written statement, a formal declaration that Scarlet Rosetti was no longer a member of the Moonlord Pack. No longer a daughter. No longer a bride. No longer a burden. No longer anything to them. Alpha Edward announced solemnly, “From this moment onward, Scarlet belongs to Phantom Moon.” But Dante wasn’t finished. He stepped forward, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel. "Scarlet is not a subject of Phantom Moon," he said, his eyes glinting darkly. "She belongs to me. I bought her for 28 million. She is my personal property."

"Why? So you can lock me up even more than you already have?" Alex’s expression darkened. "You think this is a joke?" "I think you don’t trust me." He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t trust him. And I sure as hell don’t trust you making stupid decisions." I glared. "You don’t own me, Alex." His eyes flashed. "You live under my roof. You carry my child. You belong to me, Scarlet." My stomach twisted at his possessiveness.

He leaned back against the desk, arms folding as he turned to look at her—and his gaze dropped, catching on the smooth sliver of skin revealed as she stretched her arms overhead with a yawn. His eyes lingered for a beat too long. Nuri’s breath caught. Heat prickled at her navel, traveling upward as she lowered her arms. She saw the way his jaw tightened, the flash of something raw behind his eyes. Lust. Or was it just possessiveness? Sometimes, it was hard to tell with him. “What if the pack doesn’t accept my claim?” she asked, pressing past the sudden tension that gripped her spine. “What if they say it happened too long ago, or that I don’t have the right to challenge a beta in a pack I’m

Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking